Double Dose

I pick up the boys from the kennels and they don’t look good. Both are a bit tubby even the skinny Lad. I take them on the park and then to visit my parents. A double dose of calorie burning.

I’m back at work on Wednesday where I’m pulled straight into a meeting. No one asks how awesome my holiday was.

L is enthused and promptly submits a entry for the Cleethorpes Half which is in two weeks time. It’s coastal but I’m afraid it’s not going to be as pretty as the Faroes. Then to prepare she goes and runs 10 miles with Daughter, I’m feeling well outdone.

Thursday I’m back on the bike and then playing tennis, indoors again. Friday I’m on the bike again and so feeling a bit less outdone.

Then I’m feeling a bit p***ed off as I get a puncture on way home. It’s quickly fixed but then my new pump won’t blow the tyre up, it just pulls the valve out which, oddly enough, deflates the tyre. This isn’t the first rubbish pump I’ve had and I’m so sick of picking pumps that don’t work. 

(Friday 7^th September)

Seriously Slipping

The legs are still not good and they thoroughly objected as I swung them over the bike this morning but I made it to work and then back home again afterwards. It didn’t even rain.

This season’s UK round of the Track Cycling World Cup is in Glasgow, so there’s the potential for another wild weekend away. If we can fit it in.

It takes a full two hours before L mentions Glasgow Parkrun, so she’s seriously slipping. Obviously not the thought processes of a true athlete.

However, after careful thought, I think we’ll skip this one. It’s 4th-6th November which means putting the boys in kennels over Bonfire Night weekend, probably not much fun for them.

(Tuesday 12^th July)

The Hunger Games

We get the train back home from London today, collect the car (after a bit of trouble with the ticket machine) and then collect the dogs. As a bit of entertainment for all of us I cut the lawn, which nicely exercises both of them.

As is often the case after going in to kennels Doggo goes straight onto hunger strike. I’m never sure if this is actually a protest at being sent way or perhaps a protest at being fetched back home again or maybe he’s just detoxing after the kennels food.

(Monday 6^th June)