Ganging Up On Me

L's says she’s got a naked man hobbling around her office. We don't get much of that here but then we’re not a doctor’s clinic.

Apparently there are cats opening doors now. Whether this sheds any light on Doggo managing to get himself the wrong side of the stair gate I’m not sure. Perhaps MD opens the gate for him, pushes him through and then slams it shut behind him.

I run after work... in the rain... (yes it's still raining) despite my knee still being quite sore. It aches all the way through the six or so miles I do in two bursts. Then at the start of the second section my calf cramps up. So I walk the last half a mile home during which my ankle flares up again. So all three injuries are now ganging up on me at once. Perhaps I need a break. 

(Tuesday 22^nd October)

Squirrels, Cats, Dogs

I get up early this morning to walk the dogs as L heads off to get the train down to London where she’s working today.

It’s a very ‘busy’ walk. There were the usual distractions but they all seemed to be out in great numbers than usual today. Squirrels, cats, dogs, women in figure hugging Lycra, they all interrupted our progress.

Then I cycled to work and it was once again a bit chilly on the bike. I might have to accept the fact that it may not be shorts weather for much longer. Unless you’re the guy who lives at the far end of Wollaton, he cycles in shorts and a sleeveless top even when there’s ice on the ground. Although, he has told me that he does put a pair of gloves on when it gets really cold.

On the way home, I opt to head to the pool for my monthly splash around. Which wasn’t bad, once the slow person got out.

Then home, to take MD to dog class but just before we leave, I get a text telling me the trainer hasn’t turned up. So not much point going then, so I don’t. I go collect L, who’s now back in Nottingham, instead.

L then, rather bizarrely, in that she’s not done this for ages, with either dog and I’m not sure she ever has with MD, goes for a run with him. Well, at least, despite no dog class he gets his exercise.

(Wednesday 12th September)

Not A Soul

I walk boys this morning and hardly see a soul. Even the local cats were conspicuous by their absence. Both boys looked too knackered to be bothered anyway but maybe MD would have stirred himself, if necessary.

He’d certainly perked up by the time it came to training this evening, which was useful.

L seems to have perked up too. She says she’s hobbling less and feeling positive for the ten miler at the weekend... but do I believe her.

(Monday 26th September)