Not Wind Assisted

The rain has finally stopped and I’m back on the bike. Sadly the wind is still with us and I pedal into a headwind all the way. All very good training I suppose.

L swims 50 lengths before work. If I did that I think I’d sleep the rest of the day. Although I’m not much better after having cycled here.

You would have though the return ride would be wind assisted but it isn’t.

(Tuesday 8^th April)

The Perfect Hangover Cure

The perfect hangover cure. Rain, winds and ball chucking on the park. Some may disagree.

Then there’s the New Year’s Day football and Derby lose. How dare they?

Wigan actually totally muscled them off the park. Oh well, you can’t win them all. First defeat in nine.

(Wednesday 1^st January)

Houdini In Reverse

My latest injury, my calf, is tight and sore but improves slowly as I limp along. Although that’s not the reason I’m an hour late for work, there’s yet another accident on the A52. I should have cycled, even with one leg I’d have been on time. Then again, the wind is horrendous, practically gale force. So probably wouldn’t have been a good idea.

So today becomes another fitness free day. I shall rest my leg and attempt to play squash tomorrow. At least I won't be full of pie at squash because, at work, we bring forward Thursday’s pub trip due to me being at the physio tomorrow. This is to look at my old injury (left leg), not the new injury (right leg).

That’s odd. Only one dog runs to greet me at the front door when I get home. Wonder where the other one is? Again, somehow Doggo has managed to get into in the spare room, close the door behind him and impressively leave the clothes dryer, that was supposed to be blocking his path, in place. He's Houdini in reverse, because of course he can get in but he can't get out.

(Wednesday 30^th January)