I Go To A Running Club

On Monday, I go to a running club. Now there’s a first, I think. This is a Portland Leisure Centre and normally they meet too early for me but today is a Bank Holiday, so getting back from work isn’t an issue. Would I go again? I don’t know. It was very competitive.

I get home on Tuesday to realise we forgot to hide the peg bag. Note to self: Buy more pegs as we’re now running a bit low thanks to the Lad.

On Wednesday I’m on the bike and get caught in a brief shower which isn’t brief enough. It’s also looks like it might come back for a second go at me when I cycle home but it holds off. Which is a good job as I get stranded after suffering a puncture.

I only got as far as Spondon and I suspect it was caused by a wooden splinter from the ‘It’s a Knockout’ obstacle that’s currently masquerading as the footbridge over the A52. I change the tube but my pump won’t inflate it, probably because the pump is full of this morning’s brief shower. I make plans to stash my bike at a local shop and get the bus home but then L offers to ride out to rescue me which means I can make it on time to dog training.

Therefore on Thursday I’m on my best bike which is like a pair of comfy old slippers and by that I don’t mean they’ve been well chewed by a puppy.

It’s also tennis and my opponent advises I bring a baseball hat, just in case. I’m not sure if that’s just in case it’s sunny again because we both struggled with the sun last week or whether he’s expecting rain. I guess the hat will be dual purpose.

L meanwhile goes over to visit her folks in Mickleover on the bus which can be quite a long arduous journey. I tell her I’ll have a large one waiting for her when she gets home. 

(Thursday 31^st May)

New Tactics Or Lack Of Them

I give squash a go... despite the knee. I’m not expecting to win any games as I don't intend using my usual charging around aimlessly tactic. Perhaps I'll do better without it, although that is a big part of my game, the only part really.

L runs to squash. So I take the dogs in the car including the one she isn’t speaking to. In fact she requests that I tie him to a lamp post somewhere and (maybe) collect him later (if I really want to). Somebody has chewed her buff. It wasn't me and I doubt very much whether it was MD, that’s not his style. Muddy paws, twigs and leaves all over the new carpet etc. That's his style, not chewing. Doggo isn’t popular at the moment.

I survive squash.

(Thursday 12^th December)