Second Birthday?

I'm on the bike today and working on getting some fitness going as it's only three months now to my Half-Arsed Ironman.

However, L is worrying more. She worries that she will be on the sidelines for my more imminent birthday run, which is looking like it could be in Vienna. I suppose I could have a second birthday like the Queen and I do quite fancy Malmö Half in September.

She says she hopes to have the body of a builder by September. I assume she doesn't mean like the plumber who did our bathroom. Ah, body builder.

It's dog training tonight with a pint in the Masons to follow of course but there's no Wainwrights, it’s Robinson’s Dizzy Blonde instead.

(Tuesday 7^th February)

An Interesting Development

The dog alarm oversleeps a touch and L refuses to be nudged awake in a timely fashion, so it ends up having to be a really fast bike into work this morning but I was nicely hyped up for it, so can’t complain.

L is totally re-thinking her fitness because of her ankle, which isn’t improving. She’s even considering giving up walking, which is an interesting development as I know she doesn’t mean driving everywhere. There’s always the unspoken 'B' word. 

I buy tickets for the opening night of World Athletics Championship next year in the Olympic Stadium. Any excuse for a wild weekend in The Smoke. It includes the Men’s 10k final which may or may not have Mo Farah in it as he could have moved up to marathons by then. I prefer the long stuff rather than the short and fast stuff. Although we get that as well, as the Men’s 100m qualifying is on the same session.

The ride home is a tad damp. No squash tonight. 

(Thursday 19^th May)

Going Dutch

The BBC are saying that Dutch cyclists live longer than those who don't cycle. It isn’t clear whether this is purely on a fitness basis or the fact that with more cycle routes over there there’s less chance of being hit by a car.

I come into work on my dodgy bike but go home on the bus. In between I take my bike into Derby's Park Bikeworks where they are going to put a new wheel on it as this is almost as cheap as replacing the hub. They’ve promised it me back tomorrow.

More dogging later and I again meet L in Masons.

(Wednesday 14^th October)

Another Comeback Run

It’s windy today, so I take the bus and get another free ride because they don’t turn up in a coach again.

I attempt a lunchtime run. Run Report...

Calves: Very tight until I stopped to stretch them, probably should have done that before I started.

Knee: Sore at the start but got better as I went along. Throbbing afterwards though.

Blisters: Lost one plaster but fine

Side strain: Recovered

New Shoes: Seem good

Fitness: Knackered, wheezed all the way round.

Anyhow 5k done.

L says I don't sound much like a 25 year old. I’m sure it was a misprint and should have been

125. All the same, I enter us both in next weekend’s Not The Roman IX which is 12k. I mean, why not.

L is home alone with the boys tonight as I’m out on the razz in Bingham. If such a thing is possible in Bingham.

She’s having a girlie night in tonight but without the wine/chocolate and with a closed back door. Although I’m not sure she’s ran this plan past MD.

In Bingham we settle in at the Horse and Plough with a pint of Dark Star Original which is 5%, very dark and very nice. We manage to get two in before we tour the sights. The sights are disappointing as the Chesterfield has nothing above the Doom Bar standard and the Wetherspoons isn’t much better but we end up staying there. We end up on the Abbot.

(Friday 9^th January)