Enthusiasm

Everybody seems high as a kite after yesterday. Well. L, her sister and Daughter anyway. Although Daughter didn’t even do it... I’m not quite so high but then I’m the only one who failed to hit their target!

L says she’s enthused.

‘Shall I enter us for Peterborough?’ I ask.

‘Oh, yes please.’ 

She’s enthused.

Unfortunately Clowne Half Marathon has sold out, so I can’t get myself a new hoodie. It’s entirely my fault for delaying putting our entries in. So I enter us in the Great Langdale Pud Run as compensation.

Worksop Half Marathon is also nearly full. Either people are working off their Christmas excesses before they've had them or else they're all training in the futile hope that they've got a place in London.

‘Shall I enter us for Worksop?’ I ask.

‘Oh, yes please.’ 

She’s enthused. I never thought anyone would be keen about Worksop.

She also suggests the Watford Half Marathon to her sister, who is super-super-enthused and will have entered by the time I've picked up L's email about it.

(Monday 30^th September)

A Dog Walker’s Nightmare

Daughter arrives home as high as a kite, almost as high as MD is to see her. Which I hope she noticed because she always says the dogs don’t care about her. Not true. Perhaps this is why he’s been so out of it, he’s missed her. She might have to take him to Sheffield with her... not that I’m trying to get rid or anything.

She also seems to have brought home, what according to the reviews is, the standard souvenir from her (slightly dodgy) hotel. A cold.

I hear the boys had an excellent walk this morning, mopping up all the sniffs from the split Lucozade and impromptu loo stops from the marathon. A dog walker’s nightmare.

Then tonight it’s back to school for the boys, well MD. Training restarts.

(Monday 12th September)