Faking It

L reports queues at the Beat Boxes this morning, so it’s no wonder a lot of them have flat batteries. One woman was (allegedly) at the one machine swiping several cards. Cheat! We should report her.

It turns out that some GP’s had been charging £150 for medical certificates for the Paris Marathon. It appears that plenty of people have been charged over £100 and £50 seemed about average for either the full or the half, as well as for some of the bike races and triathlons they have in France. So seems we got it cheap at £15, although some people said their GPs did it for free and plenty of people faked theirs.

I have physio tonight, in a desperate attempt to get fit for Sunday. I am advised that my lumps really need a tennis ball shoving in them. I'm sure I can manage that if it helps.

After physio I head off to pick my mother and father up from hospital where my dad has been having an appointment. Unfortunately they haven’t told me where to collect them from and neither of them are answering their phones, so I spend an hour driving round in circles until I find them.

Then after I've dropped them off, it's back to Nottingham before coming back over to Derby again for dog training. Afterwards, I'm glad when L again talks me into a shot/slug/bucket of Baileys.

(Wednesday 11^th May)

It's Not A Race

It’s not a race of course; it’s just riding to work. I’ve just discovered the website.

Absolute rubbish of course. SCR (Silly Commuter Racing) does not exist, why would anyone beat themselves up just because somebody with a higher FCN (Food Chain Number), overtook them. Well unless their bike had a basket on the front, or a child seat on the back, or was a folding bike or... well, I think I’ve made my point. I'm a 4 by the way.

We do not play 'The Game', no 'The Game' plays us. Absolute tosh.

So many running stories this week. Chrissie Wellington and her internal bruising, Paulo Di Canio accidentally doing a half marathon, that woman who gave birth almost directly after completing the Chicago Marathon and now we get the guy who hopped on the bus 20 miles into last Sunday's Kielder Marathon and then got off near the finish to ‘complete’ the course.

I’m sure he’s not the first to cheat like that but he’s probably the first to have the nerve to finish 3rd and claim a prize. I just hope he got the hot bath etc with his missus before he got found out.

Doggo’s recovery continues a pace, despite the fact he keeps having a sneaky lick of his wound when we’re out. I’ve been told to bat him on the nose and threaten him with the lampshade again if he does but I think it’s punishment enough that he’s allowed to attend but not participate in training tonight. In fact after MD’s session he jumps out of the boot without being asked, as if saying ‘right, my turn now’. Sorry mate you’re not allowed and anyway you’ve supposed to be ‘retired’. Put your feet up, get the slippers on, stuff like that.

I let him know I’m off work tomorrow afternoon, If he doesn’t tell his mum and promises not to pop any stitches, I’ll take him for a small session on the park with his ball.

(Wednesday 12th October)