Licking Into Shape

Yet again, on Monday, L’s boss doesn’t turn up for work and she quickly comes home disgruntled. However, and oddly, the chance to join me at Sainsburys seems to perk her up. In the evening I have my usual cycling, pub and scotch egg night while L has yoga. 

L is in work and with a boss on Tuesday which will be her only day in the office this week as he’s then away. After her PT L’s sends me an article saying you need to build your muscle mass if you want to live to be 100. I best get down the gym then.

Dog training is Tuesday because there’s a match on Wednesday as Derby play at Wycombe, so my Dad and I watch it on TV. It’s a not great 0-0 draw.

Wednesday sees L and I do a 4k lunchtime run with the Lad. Then she’s at the Wollaton book club later. I do get down the gym on Thursday evening for a joint session with both of us doing my routine. L manages to look enthusiastic but she’d probably rather be doing her own thing or swimming, which she does Friday morning. Then she’s running again Friday lunchtime before taking the Lad for an early walk because we have a romantic night out at the YMCA in Newark where they are holding the hustings for our new East Midlands Mayoral Election. It’s sort of informative.

On Saturday we Parkrun at Wollaton where they are now on their third course due to the repeated flooding of both their previous courses. I think it’s going to be very difficult for them to ever return to the original lake route. Then we have breakfast in the Wollaton pub.

Derby win 3-0 at home to Orient. Then it’s the Plough in the evening, collecting L from the gym on the way, where all the beers are pale and below 4.2%. That is bar Draught Bass at 4.4%. So not a great line up.

On Sunday I cut the lawn and decide it’s time to put up the weaves. Time to lick the Lad into shape. Then time to lick myself into shape and make it down the gym again with L in the evening. 

(Sunday 14^th April)