Minimum Athletic Standards

It’s a bit damp on the bike today but not too bad. It was still eminently better that driving as the traffic was horrendous, it was horrendous enough having to cycle through it.

L always asks if I mind whether she goes to the gym in the evening. I always think she is miss phrasing this, shouldn’t she instead be asking if I mind if she doesn't go to the gym on the night’s she decides to skip it? 

Obviously there are minimum athletic standards to maintain and enforce on both of us in our household. 

(Tuesday 22^nd November)

URTP

It’s a little rainy on the bike but not too bad although they have promised us a deluge later. I will look forward to that. L’s already had hers, soaked before she even had chance of getting wet in the swimming pool.

Squash is off again this week which is probably no bad thing given the state of my calf. L is already digging out a URTP (Understudy Rapid Training Programme) in case she has to stand in at Clowne. She’s good like that. Although I suspect she’s only after my crumpets. Apparently you get crumpets in the goody bag at Clowne, as well as a Tunnocks teacake.  Hope they come warmed and pre-toasted.

(Thursday 5^th November)

Breaking All Previous Records

I arrive at work a bit on the damp side; it rained on me on the bike again.

L reckons she can't imagine completing the Ramathon, well not upright anyway. ‘Not upright’ is actually how I finish most races. I’m sure she'll be raving about it afterwards as she sits with her feet in an extra large glass of wine.

One of my colleagues is leaving today and my boss is leaving tomorrow. Consequently we all go down the pub for lunch where the food is slower than ever, breaking all previous records and we have to stay for a second pint. Consequently I might wobble a bit on the way home.

Perhaps luckily squash is cancelled as my opponent is having back problems again.

(Thursday 27^th March)