Wobble Boarders

It’s Friday the 13^th for the second month in a row. Perhaps not a good omen to bike but it’s a lot warmer than on Tuesday and Wednesday. It didn’t rain on me either.

I suppose a Friday 13^th style disaster could have occurred with one of the Wobble Boarders that are about advertising pizza but they have now been removed.

They've been all over the place this week and one of the ones at Priory Island nearly did have me off my bike earlier this week as he jiggled up and down at the pedestrian crossing. I’m not sure the advertising works. It certainly puts me off going to Dominos.

I arrive home unscathed and a wild night in with the boys awaits. L has gone up to Manchester for an overnighter with Daughter. So we are left to console ourselves over a few tinnies and a take away curry. I mean a green salad.

In the end we live it up in style and watch Crufts. Well I do, the dogs don’t seem that interested. As well as Utopia, which they also don’t take much interest in.

 

She can take Doggo with her next time. He couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t stay upstairs. He wanted to wait by the front door. I had to block the doorway to our chic new open plan room with a couple of chairs. Perhaps, with hindsight, taking the door off was a mistake.

(Friday 13^th March)

Bicep Strengthening

I run at lunchtime, again doing 5.57km in 27:14. L also runs today. Proving she’s clearly as fit as she looks and not as unfit as she thinks she is.

With hindsight my own run was probably a bad idea as I now have a tight calf ahead of my swim tonight. So I could be using the pull buoy to float my legs for the entire 61 lengths or however many my watch decides I’ve done.

All that bicep strengthening in the water will be good for the ball chucking to come later on. Then again you’d think all the ball chucking would be good bicep strengthening for swimming? Although as I only use one arm to ball chuck, this may explain my inability to keep to a straight line in the water.

(Wednesday 26^th March)

105%

Much better today. 105%. Which is much better than Doggo, whom L had a hell of a job getting off the settee, where he was all curled up with his head on her knitting. The old codger. It was a one hour training session! He’s such a waster. Even more so now he’s an old waster.

I take the bus, with my audiobook of course. I’ve now finished Logan McRae book one. The WPC that Logan had got his eye on ends up in a bit of a beaten up mess at the end. Oh dear. So on to book two ‘Dying Light’.



Start of book two... Logan wakes up in bed with the WPC’s plaster casted arm across his bare chest... bless. All’s well that end well then, until the phone rings and he’s off chasing an arsonist who likes to make sure there’s plenty of people inside whatever he burns down. Then there are the beaten up prostitutes, murdered junkies, dismembered Labradors... its uplifting stuff, as well as interesting to run to.

Which is what I intend to do tonight because my opponent has cancelled squash, says he’s done his back in making wine... or more probably drinking it.

Just as I’m geeing myself up for another post-work run, the sky turns to an ominous shade of black. My run is suddenly looking less interesting. L reminds me how smug I'll feel afterwards. Yep, smug and wet.

The weather doesn’t turn out too evil in the end and I set off. Two miles in, it’s not going well. Not feeling quite 105% now. I don’t think carrying my pub lunch around with me was a good idea. I do a bit of walking but the steak and kidney pie, chips, peas plus a pint and a half of bitter aren’t sitting too well... Perhaps with hindsight, not the best pre-run meal but it is National Pie Week (7th-13th March).

I’m celebrating the occasion in style with not one but two pies on the same day because L is doing chicken and mushroom for tea. That is after I've dragged my first pie around a total of nine miles.

(Thursday 10th March)