Gentle Exercise

One those ridiculous 5am alarm calls, then Doggo and I go over to rendezvous with a fellow dogger for the drive up to a cold and damp Accrington. Doggo gets to ride in a cage, which I didn't think he would like, but he's fine. There's no room to take MD as well, so he has to stay at home with L, where we expect the lonesome pup to sulk and basically be a pain all day. As it turns out, I don't think neither Doggo nor I are missed.

We chalk up three clears out of four runs but none are good enough for a placing at our now illustrious level. In our first Olympia qualifier at that level, where the top ten qualify, we don't even scrape into the top twenty-five, such is the standard of competition. The third clear was in pairs and our partner demolished half the course, which was why we didn't get anything there.

On the fourth course we got 'eliminated' which was a shame because it was the sort of course we should have got something on. Tight and twisty with plenty of traps to catch out the other dogs. Unfortunately, one of those traps, a tricky 180 degree turn into the waves, caught us out.

I get home and everyone is going out. Daughter is off clubbing and Son has gone to watch Ice Hockey, not the Nottingham Panthers though but the much better looking, Nottingham Vipers, in which some of the girls from his college play. Looking at their website, there's plenty of reasons for extra study time there.

L and I go to gym. Where I do 5km at race pace on the treadmill and then, after a short break, another flying 1km at a bit above race pace. After which my legs feel totally gone, so I have a sit down on the rowing machine and do 1000m there. After which my arms have gone too. I leave L in the gym to go for a lie down and a coffee. They have a very nice new café there now but as its Sunday evening, it's shut, so I end up sitting on the floor having my coffee. A few chairs would be nice please.

I need to get some life back in my arms and some gentle exercise down the Johnsons Arms is called for. Then home for a late late Sunday lunch and lots of trifle, another of L's specialities.