Another Late Fitness Test

A policeman comes to work to tell us about the huge number of bikes being stolen from around the area and to ask if we’ve seen any undesirables around the place, other than the ones who work here that is. Great news, I’m not sure the insurance would believe me if we had another one stolen.

A late fitness test this evening, to decide whether I throw the towel in as regards Sunday’s half marathon. I jog the mile into Spondon and that goes ok, relatively speaking e.g the pain doesn't reduce me to tears. I then take the bus most of the way home and jog the remaining two miles or so.

I decide that the ankle really only hurts (as in a lot) when I go up hill and as the new Nottingham Half Marathon course is apparently ‘fast n flat’ I guess than means I’m in. It’s not going to be pretty though.

L and boys walk towards me to see if I need any help to hobble home. As Doggo tries to pull us all into one of the local pubs, I consider that anaesthetising the pain might be a good idea. On second thoughts though, we have stronger alcohol at home, as well as ice packs and if all else fails L can always take my mind off it.

(Friday 27^th September)

Is It Too Early To Put The Central Heating On?

The BBC asks if it’s too early to put the central heating on? Of course. November is good for me. I don’t wish to give those pesky energy companies a penny more than necessary. The problem arrives though when you have a female with a faulty thermostat in the house or, as is the situation at work, a resident cold person who likes the heating on at 100 degrees. Not that the bills at work affect me but I have to have my window open or else I’d have passed out . It's not his fault really but the fault of silly open plan offices.

I have taken my running kit to work even though I won’t get chance to run tonight as I’m out on the ale. Instead I consider a lunchtime run but it's still very damp and cold outside. Obviously not ‘put the heating on’ sort of cold but the type of cold my calves wouldn't thank me for exposing them to without a hot bath waiting for them afterwards. So running is out.

As I head off for a few beers with my old school chums L rings with the shocking news that somebody has pinched her bike out of her work’s car park. What can you say? B******s.

(Tuesday 17^th September)