Good Morning Fellow Cyclist

It’s not often I greet L with ‘good morning fellow cyclist’, in fact I can’t actually recall when the last time was but today I do.

Yes, it's true. She mounted her trusty steed this morning and went to Harvey Hadden for a swim. I’m not sure when this will be repeated as it has since been described as a faff.

The swims up at Harvey’s are apparently just as quiet as the ones at John Carroll. Not surprising really, as it must be harder for most to get to in the morning. I need to give it a go myself though, particularly as there are still no evening sessions there. As L would say, I must sort myself out.

Not today though, at the moment I’m still tapering, feeling totally undertrained and beginning to wonder what I’m going to do with all this excess energy I’m building up.

The tree men are back and we are now (almost) a one tree family from being a five tree one. They haven’t quite finished, so the boss man will pop back tomorrow. It all looks OK, a good job really as I’d hate to have to ask them to put them back up.

L meanwhile has sneaked off to Waterstones, with her hands tied firmly behind her back I hope. Although she says I’d be amazed at what she can do with her hands tied behind her back. Sounds like something worth finding out.

(Friday 25^th September)

Selfie Not Forthcoming

I continue to taper and it feels very odd not being astride my trusty steed. I had considered a gentle ride today (well I would have tried to be gentle) but the early morning rain makes my mind up for me.

Instead a rare Wednesday tennis session once the rain stops and the weather brightens up. L does spin and pump then gets the new tram up to us at the Victoria, although appeals for a selfie on the tram go unheeded.

At home our house number is back up signifying, I hope, that they are now going to finish off the outside of the house.

(Wednesday 26^th August)

Jennifer Lawrence For The Night

It’s lobbing it down this morning and I opt to leave my trusty steed at home. e.g. I wimp out of cycling. That’s not going to look good on the training schedule and an horrifically hour long wait for a bus home from Derby actually makes me wish I had cycled in the rain. In fact I'd rather be at home chucking balls than stuck here.

L tries to console me by offering me Jennifer Lawrence for the night. We have Winter's Bone to watch. She says the book is nice and depressing, so it should be right up my street.

Then she forwards me a lengthy email exchange between her and Daughter. It finishes with the words ‘I’ve printed off a sodding training plan’. Blimey, L’s offered to enter her in the Manchester 10k as a 'treat'. She’s also told her it’ll take her an hour. Wow. Nothing like setting the bar high. Way to go girls.

Winter's Bone is depressing, very atmospheric and requires your undivided attention, so we shouldn’t really have been munching our way through a meal as we watched it. Winter’s Bone is also accompanied by a large dose of Dog’s Rubber Bone, as is most things we try and watch on TV. Definitely one for the cinema I think.

 

(Friday 7^th November)