Peaking Early

The boys and I have dog show today at Hatton near Warwick. We drop L off on the way in Leamington where she is going to do the local park run. They offer free coffee and cakes afterwards but she skips that to meet Son for a £2.99 breakfast at Wetherspoons instead.

I ask L to bring me all the unhealthy bits but she protests that would leave her with just beans on toast. I am of course just thinking of her health. She’ll have to shop at race pace to work it off then. Afterwards she gets the train to us and does bring some scraps although I suspect they may not be for me.

MD peaks early and as usual in a class where we don’t have a hope of winning due to the calibre of the opposition. He goes clear against all of grades 4-7. I consider that we are unlikely to be placed at all but we are, in 12^th place and we get a rosette for that. He follows that with three eliminations on the bounce before in our 5^th and last run we set the fastest time but have a pole down. So sadly we get nothing for that.

It’s the Manchester 10k tomorrow and I’m almost AF in the evening in sympathy for those that are running. I have just the one pint and a brandy. L just has a pre-race brandy, I’m not sure of the merits of that.

(Saturday 9^th May)

An Important Birthday

The firebombing of Canning Circus police station turns out to be a bit of an exaggeration. It’s a bit singed is all you can say. The intent was there though, it was just lucky it was a bunch of kids attempting it and not someone who knew what they were doing. Still there’s a nice video of it on the net.

As for the city centre, if you’re shopping for trackie bottoms, or those trainers that don’t lace up, you’ll be out of luck. Everyone else will be fine.

At least the England game is off, which will please almost everybody except the FA who seemed to arrange it against everyone else’s wishes.

We have an important birthday in the house today. Doggo is ten, the old git. So I go out to get him a cake, which isn’t easy. All the birthday cakes are smothered in chocolate or icing, which is clearly no good for a dog. What were Sainsbury’s thinking? In the end I manage to find a small fruit cake which we decorate with ten candles, which once lit scares the life out of him and we have to hold onto him so that he doesn’t hide from his own birthday cake.



Then L asks a favour. Will I run with her... at race pace... as a personal trainer would do. Blimey, she never asks me to run with her, and that’s at her race pace not mine, by the way. I tell her it’s a date. Yay, I have a client.

Of course you’re not going to regret it Dear.

We go out and jog for a km and then run the next km at sub 5:30 min/km pace. Then we repeat this three times. It seems to go well. We hit the pace the first couple of times, the third is a little slower due to the third section ending uphill. A good workout though. I await to be summoned again. Question is, is will she be as grateful as she was for the Will Young download?

(Wednesday 10th August)