I Can Feel Another T-Shirt Coming On

I opt to rest the legs today and take the bus into work, ahead of my sprint triathlon on Sunday.

L is at pump class in the evening or whatever it’s called because it’s not called that even though that's what it is. She asks if I fancy chilling a bottle of wine or perhaps meeting her down the pub afterwards. Either sounds good to me.

I get home and go to get some wine, then we've got both options covered. Ah. We don’t have any white wine. It’ll be the pub then. So the boys and I head down to the Wollaton.

L cycles down to meet us. She’s gradually chipping off the km from her 5000km target. In fact, I can feel another t-shirt coming on. We celebrate another 3k off her target with some drinks and a meal.

(Friday 2^nd August)

Rest Day

L talks me into a rest day and as the legs still ache from Wednesday’s run, that’s probably a good idea. I do feel a bit lost heading to work with neither my bike nor running shoes and several comments are passed from colleagues.

Part of me thinks I should be thinking of the bigger picture not just Sunday’s half marathon. That said if I don’t survive Sunday in one piece the bigger picture will start looking like a passport photo again.

Over lunch I venture to the JJB shop on Pride Park to see if they have any lightweight running caps in case it’s still mega sunny on Sunday. They do but only in heat absorbing black, which I thought might be a touch counter-productive, so I declined. Actually they did have a pink one in the Ladies’ section, which I also declined.

Thankfully the forecast is for it to be cooler at the weekend and it shouldn’t be too bad at 9.30am surely.

(Friday 19^th July)

Ravaged By An Earthquake

This morning at 5.20am we are ravaged by an earthquake. Doggo and I are awake but do not know why. Half an hour later Doggo vomits on the carpet. Delayed reaction perhaps. It didn't wake L or MD obviously.

I take the bus for the fourth day in the row. This is worse than my gym habit. 

Apparently we have had the “worst snow for 30 years” but then they say that every year. It’s true that it isn’t very good snow and we only have a light dusting of it here, an inch or so. It has also covered up the icy patches making walking a lot easier but to call it the worst for 30 years is a bit harsh on the snow. Naturally everywhere is in total chaos.

This is brilliant. A software developer has apparently outsourced his work to China at a cheaper rate, pocketed the difference and then spent all day on the internet, surfing sites like Reddit.

 

I had to go on Reddit because I didn’t know what it was. Anyone who can find it interesting for more than five minutes has my admiration, it’s just a jumbled mess of pointless trivia. You could spend your life on that desperately trying to find something of interest. Actually, I think I’d rather do some work. Well after I’ve finished checking out the Chinese small ads.

It has to be said his employer seemed to get a good deal out of it, so I wonder if after sacking him, was his replacement as good?

After two days at the gym and then squash, my legs decide that today is a rest day.

(Friday 18^th January)

Rest And Refuelling

A rest and refuelling day today. Otherwise known as a night out down the pub.

I arrive at work to find that the office next to ours was broken into last night and they pinched a load of their computers. Well actually, a load of other peoples computers because they are a repair shop for Apple equipment. Obviously our kit wasn’t good enough for them, unless they’re planning on coming back.

It shows up how bad the security is here. The windows have a couple of simple catches on them and do not lock all the way around like most modern residential windows now do. We thought this wouldn’t matter because all the windows have protective cages on them but they just bent these aside. So those were a complete waste of time. Leaves us feeling a bit defenceless ourselves. I assume we can’t improve things ourselves because we don’t own the building.

After work I meet my friend in the Brunswick for a few beers before we head across to the local Italian, which informs us that they can’t do us any pizzas, garlic breads, focaccia etc etc because their oven is broken. So it’s pasta all round then. Rather good pasta as it happens and it might actually become my default choice.

My friend disappears early, so with 50 minutes to wait for the bus I take Stephen and Isabelle (my Birdsong audiobook) for a swift one, no point waiting outside in the cold.

(Wednesday 26th September)