Termite Attack

On the bike again but its jolly windy and totally against me this morning. Hopefully it’ll be going my way later when I head home. Fingers crossed.

L heads off to pump and possibly bites off more than she bargained for as she asks to be pushed home in a wheelbarrow. Unfortunately we don’t have one.

By contrast, the wind is with me and I cruise home. Where I yet again find the boys the wrong side of the stair gate with the gate itself now starting to look like it’s been under prolonged termite attack. It won’t be long before MD won’t even have to open it, he’ll just be able to climb through the hole he’s gnawed in it. 

(Wednesday 3^rd August)

Injuries With Benefits

It’s bloody windy on the bike this morning, constantly in my face all the way. My legs have disowned me.

L comes back from physio requesting golf balls. I don’t think we have any but I’m sure we could get hold of some, what with having a golf club at the end of the road. Massage with a golf ball just sounds evil.

In contrast to her previous physio, this one has been banned her from running. L's only got two half marathons, two 10Ks, a triathlon, the Tour de Yorkshire and a 24-hour endurance race booked and paid for. Which, obviously, she’ll now try and do without the physio noticing. Although I’m sure they’ve dealt with people who have been trying to hide a heavier schedule than that.

She is still undecided on Sheffield but says she won't run tonight, won't do a Parkrun on Saturday and do I fancy a lie-in instead? Now we're talking. Injuries do have their benefits.

I’d almost promised MD a parkrun but I’m sure he’d go with the flow and I’m not sure a pre-Sheffield parkrun would do me any good anyway. I’m uninjured at the moment although I intend to try some sort of gentle run tomorrow which could change that.

Rather than Kettlebells, L walks MD up to squash while I take Doggo in the car. Our first squash game since early January is a pleasant surprise in that I win 3-2 and win quite easily. 

(Thursday 7^th April)

All Yours

The weather turns again and it’s very windy today but still I cycle.

While I was battling with the elements, L was on the pull at the swimming pool and conversing with some minimally clad hunk (he probably flip turns as well). She tells me his proclamation of ‘all yours’ was referring to his hand over of the empty pool to her. I'm not so sure, I reckon he was probably hedging his bets.

Yay it’s Friday. Hopefully the wind will be blowing my way and will powered me home in record time. I need to take L’s mind off her pool buoy.

(Friday 5^th February)