First In The Queue

L and Daughter go for a run (again) tonight. Those are words that have rarely been spoken in the past but are now fast becoming second nature to us. They are being used almost as much as phrases like ‘ball chucking’, well perhaps not quite.

I go off for a plod of my own after work and run 16.7km, according to my watch, before getting the bus the rest of the way home. I was almost tempted to run all the way but didn’t want to overdo it and twang something or get attacked by bird of prey like some bloke was.

L and I apologise to each other for being late home and I offer to kiss and make up but MD says he’s first in the queue for recompense.

(Wednesday 2^nd August)

Couples Run

L has timetabled a long jog/plod/run today as training for the Four Villages Half Marathon which is only two weeks away. Sounds good, I wonder if I’m allowed to join her. Not that I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t back out of it or something.

She walks the boys and then I run with her. She assures me it will be incredibly gentle. Perfect. My sort of run.

We run out towards Trowell and then back through Bramcote. It goes pretty well I think although neither of us measures it, so we have no idea how far we ran. I’d guess it was around eight miles and it was great to run together, it’s been ages since we did that.

Back home, despite being deserted for a while, MD still seems knackered and although he does try to get some ball chucking going we don’t take the bait. Therefore it’s out third consecutive ball free day.

(Sunday 3^rd January)