The Old Impetuous Days

It was very nice to get back on the bike today and also to hit the pub for lunch where I add another new beer to the trail, Flipside Chocolate Penny.

It’s not quite as nice when I snap the front dérailleur cable on the way home which means only half as many gears to play with.

L has a consultation on her back with her boss who diagnoses a facet problem, whatever that is, and suggests she sees a physio. Whatever it takes, we need to get her sorted.

Despite her dodgy back L is looking for a half marathon training plan, one that doesn’t centre around 30 minutes runs, long weekend runs of up to 4 miles and a bacon butty. A tad too gentle perhaps although I added the last bit.

I send her one that’s a little bit more interesting and demanding. I also offer to run with her tonight, if she doesn’t mind the company. She agrees and it appears we have a date.

We do a short-ish run into Wollaton, around the Admiral Rodney and back. It’s a loop we’ve done many a time in the past, in the old impetuous days. After which we’d end up first in bed and then in the pub before I sent her home to relive her babysitter so that I could order a sneaky takeaway curry. Those were the days... but obviously things have changed for the better. 

(Wednesday 18^th January)

Out To Tender

MD has obviously seen the half marathon training plan that L has left on the worktop and is gradually increasing the pace of their morning walk. Well, perhaps actually not that gradually and that’s just a warm up before she runs into work.  

L asks if I can take her to see West Side Story AND Rock of Ages in the SAME year. Blimey, two musicals, she’ll be asking for new boots next. Oh, she already has done. I’m happy to take her of course but I do mention that I wouldn’t feel offered if she offered it out to tender to other likely companions first.

I run myself this evening, part of the way home and L walks the boys up to meet me. For me, anything that reduces the distance is welcome. For her, it’s less a case of wanting to see me and more a case of getting out of a ball chucking session in the garden. MD, of course, will expect both. 

(Friday 21^st March)