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)

A Desperate Bonio Shortage

As we’re off to Scotland on Thursday there’s no great pressing need to do any shopping today, apart from the fact that there’s a desperate Bonio shortage in our household. I have suspicions that someone has been helping themselves but can’t prove it.

L bemoans being at after such a good weekend. She’s only there two days this week. There’s no pleasing some people. She’s off again tomorrow, visiting Son in Leamington.

In the evening I drop L off, because she’s running, on the way to dog training where I thoroughly expect to be training on yesterday’s team course which was set by our trainer, but we’re not. Probably thankfully, as we made such a mess of it.

(Monday 28th May)

The Austerity Sandwich

I attempt to run into work. It was hard work. I just couldn't get going, then when I did I ran rather flatfooted which made my Helvellyn ankle sore, then I think my back went. So it went quite well really.

We have a new sandwich van on Pride Park which looks promising. I just hope it keeps coming and doesn’t give up after a few months like most of them seem to have done. The sandwich selection looks good too. No austerity sandwich though, like the 7.5p toast sandwich that made the news this week. Victorian apparently. News that may interest the studently challenged Sheffield and Warwick branches of our household.

My pub trip after work is off, which is a shame, as I've used it as an excuse to not do any training tonight. One mate forgot all about it and hasn’t been checking his email but isn’t on the ale anyway, as he's been ill. The other mate is ill right now, full of cold, but would have answered the call of duty anyway. So it sounds like I had a lucky escape really. Anyhow, we’re rescheduled, so now I can now reuse it as an excuse to not do any training before my next race in a fortnight.

Still tonight's cancellation is all good news for the dogs, whom I can now speed home to.

(Wednesday 16th November)