This Girl Shouldn’t

L swims this morning but for the first time ever I has to catch the bus there. Which makes me think she should be doing it... However she spins the positives. It's only the walking bit that she couldn't do and she’s even considering making her comeback with a gentle jog at Parkrun on Saturday. Hmmm. Never mind ‘This Girl Can’ we need a campaign called ‘This Girl Shouldn’t’.

She’s just trying to sneak number 100 in but then it must be very frustrating being stuck on 99.

It’s the first game of the new squash season tonight and my opponent adjusts better to the change of sport, tennis to squash, than me.

L stays at home, licking her wounds, but I still take the boys so at least she won’t have to chuck balls all night. I’m sure Doggo is desperate to get inside the Dispensary and tonight they both get to go inside for the first time. 

(Thursday 21^st September)

You Can Never Have Too Many Boots

You can never have too many boots. Apparently. That is as in 'pairs of' and not as in chemists. Christmas must be on its way.

L's curiosity convinces herself to bite the bullet and go for a This Girl Can swim. She reports back that the pool was packed with women on woggles. Which are strange floaty things, not boy scout things. So it doesn’t sound like she spotted any future Olympic champions in there, not unless woggles are the new sport?

I thought the whole point of the This Girl Can thing was to point out that women can do what the men do e.g. without any gimmicks. Yet they end up with a session that sounds like a child's playgroup.

I’m at the velodrome tonight doing what is likely to be the last session of the year with the pantomime, which is being held there, curtailing most sporting activities until the New Year.

L and boys pick me up later. 

(Friday 20^th November)

A Selfless Sacrifice

It’s -1C, I take the bus and plan to run later.

L skips the pool, has a rest day, and goes to Sainsbury's instead. Emerging with a new coat and a new jumper. This girl can, indeed.

When I stress that surely she didn’t need any more jumpers. She explains that isn’t the point. Must be a girl thing. She’ll be over my knee later.

Again on the subject of ‘this girl can’ (sort of), the Daily Mail (who else) report on the extreme dangers posed to men by their women who go ‘cowgirl’ on them. Often incurring injuries that result in a trip to A&E. Us men, of course, put a brave face on this and tough it out in a selfless sacrifice in aid of our women’s fitness regimes.

I run home from Stapleford and it’s another steady improvement. I just hope L has got the mouth to mouth resuscitation ready.

(Friday 23^rd January)