An Orderly Conclusion

Third day in a row on the bike. The weather looked like it was going to be windy but it wasn’t too bad. On the way I stopped off at a corner shop to buy some coffee. The owner directed me to where he’d got a ‘shelf full’, all Nescafe! Not the best but it’s an improvement.

L has given me permission to nag, kick, cajole, anything I want, carte blanche effectively, that is along as it concerns getting her out of the door and training for next weekend’s jog along the Sussex coast. Apparently 'they', the experts, reckon that you can run in one go what you can do over three days. Really? So L intends to run twenty-eight miles over the next three days. That’s two more than required because the vicious rumour going around is that the Beachy Head ‘marathon’ is more than twenty six miles but I’m sure that’s just hearsay. All the same she intends to be prepared, just in case.

So she does around seven miles tonight and then we head down the Victoria where I go through the map of the Nottingham Half Marathon route with her because that will be tomorrow’s jaunt. Last time she attempted the route it all went a bit pear-shaped, probably due to the lack of marshals (e.g. none). It’s a bit inconsiderate of the organisers not to keep the route marshalled all year round.

Before we depart for the pub we have a last look around the currently undamaged house, yep Son is having another social gathering this evening. We think we’ve put everything breakable out of sight, we’ve even hidden the fruit bowl to prevent the usual fruit fight. There’s not much else we can do, short of redecorating the living room in the style of a padded cell, or maybe that would be too comfortable, perhaps a prison cell would be more apt.

When we get back from the pub, things seem to actually be quite calm. Nobody seems to be trying to rot the roof tiles with recycled WKD. Even the strip poker game, that Daughter stumbles into after returning from her own night out, dwindles to an orderly conclusion.