Sunrise City

It’s a very early start this morning for what used to be known as Run 5:30 but is now the Sunrise City 5k although still at 5:30am. Which means, to the dogs’ horror, we get up at WTF O’clock. This one is in Nottingham with Derby to come in two weeks time.

L runs it, while the boys and I support. MD is gutted to not be involved but gets over it quickly when all the street cleaning vehicles that are around at that early hour gang up to upset him.

Afterwards, back at work, I am kept awake by multiple queries from London. None of which are our fault (again) but still very frustrating.

On the way in I dropped the car off for it’s MOT and, shock horror, it passed. Yes the dodgy handbrake is fine... the dodgy indicators are fine... L is appalled.

(Friday 30^th June)

One Man And His Two Dogs

After doing in the inaugural Nottingham Run 5:30 last year (also the inaugural UK one), this year L proposes the inaugural Derby Run 5:30. So the alarm goes off at 4:00am which is even a bit early for Doggo.

The event starts outside the Guildhall, a rare public building in Derby that hasn’t yet been closed by the council. Parking is easy as street parking isn’t chargeable until 8:00am. Perhaps there are some advantages of the early start time after all.

It’s a small but select group including L and her friend who are briefed, warmed up and then set off on their way. If the runners are a small but select group then the supporters are practically one man and his two dogs but we’re a raucous bunch, difficult to ignore.

Later when I get to work it does in fact feel like I’ve been up hours but imagine how the dogs feel. They'll be in their beds or in ours, depending on whether they’ve jimmied the gate open or not.

The phenomenon of Pokémon Go hits Pride Park, in that we have zombies walking down our road staring into their mobile phones and disrupting the traffic. Apparently one of Pikachu’s mates is holed out behind the recycling bins at number 36. Who’d have thought?

L instructs that if she arrives home this evening without having been to the gym I am to either lock her out or deprive her of her Friday night. How I do that without depriving myself of my own Friday night is not clear and they think Brexit is difficult to achieve.

 (Friday 15^th July)

Run Bloody Early aka Run 5:30

A 4am alarm call this morning, you’d think there must be a triathlon on somewhere. Nope, this is an untimed, probably unmeasured, 5k trot around Nottingham city centre. It’s known as Run 5:30, L is in it and of course, we are supporting. The boys are very sceptical of the early start, perhaps they’re worried they’re off back to kennels, but they soon get with it and start scouring the streets for discarded pizza.

It has to be said it’s quite an event, despite the shocking pink t-shirts. The dogs love it and will sleep for the rest of the day now, not that they don’t anyway. L and I will probably sleep too.

After the event, we still seem to have time to kill before heading off to work. 

I play it safe and avoid any other potential bike disasters by taking the bus.

(Friday 3^rd July)