The ankle is still sore. Walking and cycling are fine but I’m
not sure about running which with the Nottingham Half this weekend is a bit
problematic. At the moment I’m assuming I’m going to have to pull out unless I
pass my late fitness test on Friday.
L seems to be chomping at the bit to take her understudy
duties a bit too literally and to run in my place, not wanting to see the paid
for entry wasted. That’s despite not doing any training for it of course, she’s
even been googleing for websites on ‘doing a half marathon on no training’. Of
which, there appear to be plenty.
It’s shame we can’t do it as a relay, we could probably just
about manage that, but I think they might see it as blatant cheating. Not that
we’d win or anything.
I also forgot to enter this year’s Turkey Trot when entries
went live yesterday despite putting it in my diary. It’s full now. Probably for
the best.
I spend a couple of hours on the phone to our insurers and
they agree to replace L’s bike to the value of £649.99. I’m impressed. They’re
going to post it, the bike, when we’ve decided what we want. So curly
handlebars here we come or rather, here L comes and there’s also no need for her to
sweet talk Santa now but hopefully that won’t stop her, Santa's receptive to that sort of thing.
Back home I replace the bar tape on the old war horse that L
is considering using for work. I also dig out Son’s old D-Lock, which to my
relief I eventually find in the shed. For a while there I was worried someone’s
had nicked it...
(Wednesday 25th September)
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