A Tale Of Two PTs

L opens up her fitness week with a free Personal Training session as part of her new David Lloyd membership. She’s also continuing with her usual Personal Trainer, at least for now. That's impressive isn't it. I mean how many people have two PTs? 

The gym at David Lloyd has some WattBikes and she’s got some guest passes if I want to go use one or anything else in the gym. So, I take her up on that offer on Friday. The gym isn’t, surprisingly, as well equipped as the one at JD but it’s well equipped enough for a novice like me. After our gym session I join her in the outdoor pool. Yes, really. I remember how to swim which is lucky because there is no lifeguard. The council would have freaked. 

As well as plenty of gym sessions this week she also does a couple of runs and an outdoor swim on Thursday evening with Daughter and then again on Sunday on her own as Daughter is at work. She always says she’s so unfit but the facts of her exercise schedule say otherwise. 

Oddly all our meals this week come with courgettes, thanks to the abundant supply from our neighbour’s allotment. Who knew that vegetable was so versatile.

Saturday’s Parkrun is a new one at Coronation Park in Swadlincote. It’s all on grit paths, which are narrow in places particularly at the start. It’s also three laps, there’s no pond for the Lad and there’s no cafe. So, it’s not ideal but it’s another tourist one chalked up. We end up at Notsa in Aston for our post-run breakfast where it’s really slow service. 

Afterwards I drop L in Derby where she’s meeting her Mum for lunch. I then head to my Dad’s where I cut the lawns and listen to Derby’s opening game of season at Stoke when they concede twice in injury time to lose 3-1. My Dad and I drown our sorrows in the Harrington. Then in the evening we do the Horse & Jockey on the bus which the Lad isn’t terribly happy about. He ends up laying in a pool of his own slobber in front of a full bus while L glares at me disapprovingly. 

She cheers up massively when she realises they have her favourite Leffe Blonde on draught, albeit the new low strength version that they can now get away with because we’re no longer in the EU. Incidentally the Lad is fine on the bus on the way home, which is almost empty but being driven at high speed as the driver is behind schedule. Perhaps that because he’s too busy holding his breath. The rest of us are.

(Sunday 10^th August)