A rare outing for the bike this morning. It was ok but I can still feel them Cumbrian hills, or should that be all that Cumbrian mud, in my legs.
On the way to work I pass L, Doggo and a traumatised MD. The road sweeper upset him. Perhaps though, he just protecting Doggo, who usually hides behind trees when things like that come around the corner.
My dad drops in some cufflinks, so now I’m suitably suited for tomorrow’s Oscars ceremony.
At training tonight, we have a new set of weaves. The Kennel Club have changed the spacing between the poles for 2012. Whereas before there was an accepted range, now it’s a fixed spacing, set at the largest end of the previous range.
The thing is I don’t notice we have new 2012 regulation weaves. MD doesn't either, unless the fact he got them bang on correct was an indication that he prefers them. Doggo, on the other hand, the old hand, who is training for the first time in two months, gets half way through them and stops sensing something isn't right.... He aborts, shakes his head and thereafter refuses to go all the way through them. Perhaps it’s a good thing we’re packing it in mate. Old dog, new tricks and all that.
(Wednesday 9th November)
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Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Back On The Old Wheels
Back on the old wheels today and I must say they’ve done a very good job with it. Rides like a dream, albeit not quite as good a dream as my best bike.
L’s got a race tonight, the Beeston 5 miler. I’m not doing it; I have dogs to train. This means she has to get herself there, straight from work, which often delays her. She threatens to get a taxi out of petty cash if work causes her to be running late. Her boss gives her a lift.
She’s got competition tonight, in the shape of the mother of one of Daughter’s friends and about 150 others of course. L is worried and even takes an energy bar with her. Blimey, she is taking it seriously. Apparently the woman’s got a profile on Runners World. So, hasn’t everyone? Apparently not. Perhaps it’s just me then. L says that if she doesn't beat her she'll drown herself. That’s what I like. Incentive.
Dog training goes well; both MD and Doggo get to train. We try out some new manoeuvres. People are always trying to do things differently, not that I’m sure it helps. As it confuses me, it must confuse the dogs and in Doggo’s case it’s certainly a case of trying to teach an old dog new tricks.
L’s run goes well and she wins her personal battle. I had every faith.
(Wednesday 8th June)
L’s got a race tonight, the Beeston 5 miler. I’m not doing it; I have dogs to train. This means she has to get herself there, straight from work, which often delays her. She threatens to get a taxi out of petty cash if work causes her to be running late. Her boss gives her a lift.
She’s got competition tonight, in the shape of the mother of one of Daughter’s friends and about 150 others of course. L is worried and even takes an energy bar with her. Blimey, she is taking it seriously. Apparently the woman’s got a profile on Runners World. So, hasn’t everyone? Apparently not. Perhaps it’s just me then. L says that if she doesn't beat her she'll drown herself. That’s what I like. Incentive.
Dog training goes well; both MD and Doggo get to train. We try out some new manoeuvres. People are always trying to do things differently, not that I’m sure it helps. As it confuses me, it must confuse the dogs and in Doggo’s case it’s certainly a case of trying to teach an old dog new tricks.
L’s run goes well and she wins her personal battle. I had every faith.
(Wednesday 8th June)
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