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Showing posts with label wish list. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wish list. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

The Definitive Parkrun Wish List





The definitive Parkrun wish list, apparently, according to L.

Druridge Bay
Colwick Park
Gedling
Sheffield Hallam
Wimpole Estate
Gunpowder
Melton Mowbray
Wythenshawe
Ullswater
Keswick
Scottish?
Fountain Abbey
Braunstone

I need to google some of those and I'm also not sure if they're in order or not. It’s probably our holidays sorted for the next three years.

Cycling this morning is a bit damp, again. An Indian Summer obviously.

L arrives home from PiYo having ran back from Harvey Hadden, ridiculously sexy sweaty. Only my about to burn paella prevents immediate intervention. 

(Tuesday 22nd September)

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

I Have My Uses



After a day in the car and a day on the bus, both slowly chugging their way through the ludicrous traffic, it’s got to be the bike today despite the rain, which is persistent it not too heavy. Even so, once at work there are bits of me hanging everywhere drying off. It was also a bit hairy at times. My brakes weren’t very good anyway but are far worse in the wet. Just don’t tell L.

L's sends out personalised Santa wish lists to the kids and her family whilst copying me into them all. Now I’m all excited waiting for my own personalised list. Even though house rules prevent us thinking about these matters until Monday, when December arrives. She says she’s saving the expensive stuff for mine. I do have my uses.

L goes running with a friend after work and then I drop her at my parents on the way to dogging. Always willing to provide a service. I do have my uses.

(Wednesday 26th November)

Monday, 24 October 2011

Top Of My Wish List

I’m not a great follower of fashion, well no follower at all really, so somebody else will have to explain to me why the lad using the cash machine at Sainsbury’s had a golf tee through his ear. Quite bizarre.

After the trials of running around Birmingham yesterday, a frenetic dog training session was not top of my wish list for tonight but, actually, it proves a good leg loosener. MD will sleep well, as will I.

I may also have picked up another potential client for my fledgling (as in not really started it yet) personal training career. The dog trainer has just booked to do her first half marathon and, when she notices my Great Run t-shirt, mentions that she is looking for training tips.

She has time on her side, her run isn’t until February but my initial thoughts are who picks a February half marathon for their first one? It’ll be cold then. Well no, not if you’re doing one in Orlando. Great, I get Birmingham, she gets Orlando and where did I do my first ever half marathon? Sleaford, the coldest place on earth, in February 2010.

(Monday 24th October)