With my bike out of action, I run in to work. Which isn’t particularly memorable other than for being quite a painful experience and the weather, which was dark and miserable, although dry, didn’t help.
The coffee at work is now black. At lunch time I walk to Sainsbury’s to fetch some milk and other supplies. No wonder no one works over Christmas when we are subjected to such third world hardship. No milkman and no sandwich vans.
In the afternoon L joins everyone else who’s on a prolonged Christmas skive at the pantomime. Yes another one, her third of the season. That must be worth some sort of award. She warns me that she doesn’t intend being AF. That’s totally understandable. I wouldn’t be AF if I was going to a pantomime either.
She goes to the pantomime with her parents who then come back to our place afterwards and we have another present giving session. We could blame the weather for being five days late, everybody else does, but we won’t. The post office would probably be elated at only being five days late.
When her folks are gone I get around to submitting that tax return, after only two glasses of wine as well.
(Thursday 30th December)
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Mind Numbing
On the bike again today, three days out of four, good or what?
On Easter Monday, at the 10k they claimed to have not received my entry by post, so I had to enter again on the day. My bank statement, that I’ve just received, says otherwise. To be fair, I texted the chap and he sorted it out quickly. The next day we had a cheque through the door. A little disappointed with that actually, would have settled for free entry to either of the Notts 5 or even the Notts 10 races.
L is appalled I’d even consider doing the Notts 10. She asks whether I know that it’s 10 miles not 10 Km and consists of what she describes as a mind numbing number of loops of Holme Pierrepont Water Sports Centre. Apparently she still has nightmares about it... and the evil plague of midges that attacked her but even they were outdone by the geese that nipped her ankles and all she has to show for all this hardship is the race mug. I do agree that the organisers, Notts AC, do seem to have an odd affection for handing out mugs. Perhaps there’s an ‘in’ joke there somewhere.
That apart, it sounds just my sort of race. Sold. I like mind numbing, it saves me having to think whilst I’m running. What’s more if I do it, she’s unlikely to let me do it without her.
Talking of Notts AC, the guy who put the cheque through our door, also included a brochure for the club and an application form. Is he trying to get me to join? Or do they do that for everybody. Oddly flattered if he is but I’m not tempted.
There’s nothing good about my bike ride home because there is no bike ride home. When I get to my trusty steed after work, the rear tyre is flat. Odd. It was fine when I arrived this morning. I try to pump it back up in case it's a slow puncture but no, there's nothing slow about this one. So I prepare to change the tyre but then realise that I've left my tyre levers on my other bike. Damn. I consider using spoons from the cutlery drawer at work, apparently this works... but we have the bendiest spoons in the world, so perhaps not a good idea. I'd just end up writing off most of them. So I get changed back into my work clothes and head off to get the bus.
L has gone off to the gym and I had arranged to meet her afterwards in the Plough at 7:00. This was supposed to give me plenty of time to cycle home and then do a quick 10 minutes or so of tyre and other training stuff with the Paranoid Pup before heading off to meet her. Now I'm going to be a bit pushed for time.
I still manage to do a bit with MD. I think we may be getting the hang of this tyre thing. Maybe. I’m 15 minutes late meeting L, which isn’t bad actually. The pub is disappointing though. All low alcohol stuff. Nothing over 4.2%.
On Easter Monday, at the 10k they claimed to have not received my entry by post, so I had to enter again on the day. My bank statement, that I’ve just received, says otherwise. To be fair, I texted the chap and he sorted it out quickly. The next day we had a cheque through the door. A little disappointed with that actually, would have settled for free entry to either of the Notts 5 or even the Notts 10 races.
L is appalled I’d even consider doing the Notts 10. She asks whether I know that it’s 10 miles not 10 Km and consists of what she describes as a mind numbing number of loops of Holme Pierrepont Water Sports Centre. Apparently she still has nightmares about it... and the evil plague of midges that attacked her but even they were outdone by the geese that nipped her ankles and all she has to show for all this hardship is the race mug. I do agree that the organisers, Notts AC, do seem to have an odd affection for handing out mugs. Perhaps there’s an ‘in’ joke there somewhere.
That apart, it sounds just my sort of race. Sold. I like mind numbing, it saves me having to think whilst I’m running. What’s more if I do it, she’s unlikely to let me do it without her.
Talking of Notts AC, the guy who put the cheque through our door, also included a brochure for the club and an application form. Is he trying to get me to join? Or do they do that for everybody. Oddly flattered if he is but I’m not tempted.
There’s nothing good about my bike ride home because there is no bike ride home. When I get to my trusty steed after work, the rear tyre is flat. Odd. It was fine when I arrived this morning. I try to pump it back up in case it's a slow puncture but no, there's nothing slow about this one. So I prepare to change the tyre but then realise that I've left my tyre levers on my other bike. Damn. I consider using spoons from the cutlery drawer at work, apparently this works... but we have the bendiest spoons in the world, so perhaps not a good idea. I'd just end up writing off most of them. So I get changed back into my work clothes and head off to get the bus.
L has gone off to the gym and I had arranged to meet her afterwards in the Plough at 7:00. This was supposed to give me plenty of time to cycle home and then do a quick 10 minutes or so of tyre and other training stuff with the Paranoid Pup before heading off to meet her. Now I'm going to be a bit pushed for time.
I still manage to do a bit with MD. I think we may be getting the hang of this tyre thing. Maybe. I’m 15 minutes late meeting L, which isn’t bad actually. The pub is disappointing though. All low alcohol stuff. Nothing over 4.2%.
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