L rather morbidly lets me know her funeral music. In no
particular order these are Elizabethan Serenade by Ronald Binge, Plainsong by The
Cure and Sunday Night Just Keeps On Rolling by Múm. Interesting choices but
nothing totally depressing like mine probably would be.
The weather isn’t looking particularly palatable and given
that we were basically skating around in the mud last week it’s no surprise that
there is no dog training on Monday.
Tuesday's goes ahead though and L cadges a lift. Mainly
because we have some old computer bits to pick up from her parents’ place that
they want us to dump rather than a desire to meet me in the pub for the first time
in ages. Which we do and I manage not to be too ridiculously late this time.
The weather hasn’t improved by Wednesday and is actually far
worse. Yet L and Daughter still go for a run in the rain. That’s hardcore. I
take the bus to work and pop briefly in the gym. That’s softcore.
Thursday I subject my ageing bones to not only a bike ride
to work but also the second Winter 5k on the Embankment. Given the fact that last time it was
darker on the course than we all expected, L brings a head torch while
Daughter opts to stay at home.
Given the extra leg work with my cycling today I am not surprised to be nine places further back on the results but oddly ten seconds quicker. So not
quite past it yet then but I am upstaged by L who comes 3rd in her age
category. Get her!
She says she looks forward to moving up to the next age category
because the winner of that was behind her and also someone she knows. I try not
to point out that the two who beat her today may move up at the same
time...
(Thursday 6th December)
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