Weightlifting

I do another mini Duathlon in my lunch hour, running to the Derby Velodrome, doing a Watt Bike sessions and then running back to work.

Of course that’s not enough. So after that some weightlifting... transporting the remaining five boxes of dog show trophies home. Then I head to the pool for a not-so quick 50 lengths. Luckily L will be there in the gym, so she can pull me out of the water if I am floundering as I’m not sure the old legs will be up to for it after my lunchtime session.

(Wednesday 15^th July)

Dispensing Pleasantries

I bike and then run at lunchtime, a 5.5k trot today. Kilometre number two took 10 minutes as I bumped into somebody from the dog club who also happens to work on Pride Park and I had to dispense pleasantries. It also meant I had to cut a kilometre off my route to make up for lost time or else my lunch hour would have gone on forever.

L hogs the cooker to make her Mum and Dad a cottage pie and an apple crumble as they are traipsing up and down the motorway visiting L’s brother in hospital. The only question is where’s my apple crumble?

I am now told that L’s rather late birthday present is now out of stock and it’ll be another week at least (if the stars align correctly). I cancel and offer her something else instead.

(Thursday 14^th May)

Year-End Figures

Christmas is over and I’m back at work today. It’s a bit too cold and icy to bike, so I take the car to work. This takes a mere fifteen minutes rather than the usual one hour plus.

It’s nicely quiet at work, around half a dozen of us in but it’s well cold after being empty for four days. Even I turn my heat on.

L’s in work too, on her own. Her boss was put off joining her the moment she cough, cough, splutter, spluttered down the phone to him.

It’s so quiet at work I can take an extended lunch break to sort out my tax return. L also does her year-end figures e.g. weight, overdraft, alcohol units, books read...

My jaw hit the table at one of the numbers she quoted at me. 54 books! That’s more than one a week and more than I’ve probably read in my entire lifetime (slight exaggeration perhaps).

I swim after work, although I’m half convinced the pool won’t be open. L points out that I should have took my gym stuff, just in case but I haven’t. Unless they’ll let me workout in my speedos.

However the pool is open and it's so quiet. Even my Russian rival isn't there. If it was this quiet all the time I’d go every day. I meet L afterwards, whose been in the gym and I let her scrounge a lift home.

(Monday 29^th December)