Yesterday, Wednesday 24th June was rattling through with very little going on in the way of exercise.
I’d taken some friends to the Nottingham Open tennis in the morning but I couldn’t stay, myself due to my fatherly duties (daughter collection from nursery later).
It wasn’t until later in the evening, when eldest child went to cubs that I got the day’s exercise in.
My good lady wife had arrived home just in time to take charge of the youngest so once I took the eldest to cubs, I could just go for a run until collection time.
It was a good job too, because a minor accident nearby meant I wouldn’t have been able to drive home anyway. A 10k run later, though and with Child1 now collected from cubs, the route was clear. Wednesday – done.
Thursday 25th
Squeezed in just a set of tennis in the morning but it was a good one. It took an hour and I was dripping afterwards.
But when I got home, I had an email informing of a theft.
Something of mine had been stolen.
The email started… “Uh, oh” …never a good sign. Then continued..”your course record has been stolen!” It was from Strava.
I know. I imagine you are in shock right now too… But yes, I did actually have a Strava course record. It was/is a downhill segment (naturally! Well, it wasn’t going to be anything else) and I ran it on an occasion a while back when it had just started raining very heavily and it was dark (this is important as it meant I could see if cars were coming at the point I had to cross the road).
Anyway, it has been stolen from me.
I will get it back.
Maybe not today.
Maybe not tomorrow.
Or the day after.
Or the day after that.
Or next week.
Possibly not next month
(I’ve very busy, you know)
Next year’s not great for me either…
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..how do you fade out in a blog post?
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