Morning in bed with coffee, books and hugging boys. Followed by another (nearly) 10K run—felt and ran better than yesterday. Then a short walk, with a little chase play, for the boys. Lazy, hot afternoon. Capped off with another evening spent in the cool river water with Chewie and Dudley. All ready to crash now. Happy! 🙂
2 horas of work, 2 commits, one publish. An hour off. 2 hours of work, including responding to half a dozen emails.
Walk the dogs. Lunch. Watch an episode of Star Trek Discovery.
Afternoon—Fix the tap.
Clean the working area under the sink. Wiggle into the tiny space under the sink and remove the old kitchen tap. Boys try to join me under the sink, and lick me to ensure I’m fine. Find two right sized pieces of wood from the pile under the shed (thank you previous owners). Spend another 5 minutes trying to get both the dogs out from under the shed, and into the house. Saw them (the wood pieces, not the dogs) into correct size and shape. Measure, mark, drill holes for the piping into the wood pieces. Fit the piping and the tap on top of the kitchen board. Realise the hole is too small for the top, thick part of piping. Disassemble everything, drill a smaller secondary hole. Reassemble everything. Wiggle back under the sink and fit everything together. Connect the water pipes. The little dog has dozed off with my right leg as his pillow. After a few minutes of fruitless cajoling, replace my leg with my rolled-up hoodie for his pillow. Get up and test everything is working. Wiggle back under the sink and tighten all the connections. Clean all the tools and the removed tap. The little one is still sleeping on my hoodie next to the sink. Open the fridge. Both the dogs are awake and ready for something, anything, from in there.
All this while cooking the little one’s meal (boiled chicken and rice) for next 24 hours.
The big one is sleeping behind me on the carpet. The little one is sleeping across us on the bed. I’m trying to work. Good luck to me!
Score hit 1600 on one page. Up.
Another proposal rejected, apparently withouta second read, by a team marketing solution for second reads. Down.
Spoke to ma pa for nearly 90 minutes. Up.
Had a short, 5-minute angry rant midway. Down.
Rested all day and stretched twice. Up.
Legs are still stiff and hurting, with 10 miles on the training plan tomorrow. Down.
Played and snuggled with boy. Up.
Lying alone on the sofa thinking bad thoughts, when I should be asleep. Down.
Weight is down. At 77.4 Kg, it’s the lowest it’s been since December 2017, and within touching distance of the all time grown-up low in early 2015.
I’m running again. 5 consecutive days after 3 dreary runs in 3 weeks.
I’m working. It’s hard and happy work. Just the kind that drives me crazy yet leaves me happy.
I’m reading. I’ve run out of things to watch on TV so have been happily spending evenings reading in bed.
The boy is sleeping with me again. He comes and snuggles up while I’m reading. He even forced R to open the doors to come to me last night. And again this morning.
Autumn is at its most beautiful. I get to enjoy it everyday on my runs.
I’m listening to music that I like.
And, it’s sunny today. People outside northern Europe won’t understand how valuable is a sunny November morning :)
… turned 40.
The calendar dog celebrated with confetti.
The dog looks like a 1 year old Chewie with Dudley’s hair colour. Chewie was a master confetti creator at that age :)
… finished reading a book that I started reading more than 10 years ago.
It was worth it. I shouldn’t have taken that break for 9 years, 11 months.
… did a shit load of work.
It was one of my most productive weeks. Long hours + deep focus = lots of good, happy output.
… started seeing the autumn colours everywhere.
I missed carrying a camera on my runs. But I did get a few shots in on Chewie’s evening walk yesterday.
… ran nearly every day
Missed a run on Thursday due to bad weather in the morning, and Athletics world championships in the evening.
Yep, I didn’t run because I was busy watching better runners run :)
… ran 50 km in the week
It was my first 50km week since the marathon in April
… set a new high for running mileage in a year
My total running mileage for 2019 reached 1,213 km. Previous highest was 1,202 km in 2015.
… sat for an IQ test.
I scored 133.
The score is 12 points lower than what I remember scoring in my early 20s.
Still, apparently it suggests I’m ‘gifted’. Not sure in which way.
It was a good week.
I started work before sunrise. It’s still 12 mins away.
I made coffee but forgot to drink it because head was already working away.
Chewie got up at 6 to demand breakfast, and then went looking for fallen apples and ripe mulberries in the backyard.
Chewie is my favourite running partner. Runs with him are, on an average, 274% better than runs without him. Just watching him run—along or ahead—gives me an extra 50W of power. Chantries is our favourite running ground. We both love running up and down those trails, specially the sections through the dense trees where few people walk.
I took Chewie for a few Parkruns years ago. His competitive spirit, and my inability to run like the wind meant I had a torrid time. He used to drag me around for the first couple of Km. Then we’d run together for the next Km. And I’d have to drag his sorry, tired ass around for the final 2K. He didn’t know how to pace himself when there were other dogs to catch and beat. I didn’t know how to run at his blitzing pace.
There was also the matter of his loud howling and crying with excitement as everyone lined up for the start.
I took pity on both of us and stopped taking him along. He enjoys lazy Saturday morning cuddling up with R in bed till 10 or 11. I get to run at my own pace.
A has been asking me if we should take Dudley for a Parkrun. Dudley is lot more people friendly than Chewie, and has a more tempered approach to life (and running). It may be easier to run with him.
I’ve been strangely non-committal. The reason is that Parkrun is my time to mingle with all the other dogs—Jasper, Danny, Lizzie, Archie, and all the other lovely 4-pawed lovies. It’s the one time of the week I’m openly unfaithful to Chewie and Dudley, and give undivided attention and love to my other friends.
Taking Dudley might shift my friends’ focus from me to him. Dudley (and Chewie even more so) may not be so amenable to them meeting me as usual—Jasper jumps up and hugs me on my shoulders, then rubs his sides on me, then sits down between my legs, my hand in his mouth, and begs for belly rubs.
My dogs may not take kindly to my unfaithful actions :)
He hasn’t kept any food in since day before yesterday’s lunch. Threw up Wednesday’s dinner, and all three meals yesterday.
I gave him half his usual lunch, soaked and soft, yet it came back up.
I gave him a small amount of rice with chappy—his usual bad tummy diet—but that came up too.
Worse, he hasn’t asked for his breakfast today. He’s clearly uneasy, and not in his happy state.
Neither am I.
Yesterday I was happy. I ran. I had both the boys with me, and both were in a happy, loving mood. I did a lot of work. Good work. I’d finished reading my 36th book of the year, and started a new one. I saw the final episode of season two of ‘The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel‘. I went to sleep, happy.
Today is not as good.
Boy threw up in the night. Then again a few moments ago. This means there’s no running for him (today), or me (this morning).
What’s worse is that I felt a sense of relief on realising that I don’t have to run this morning. This is not a good sign. It’s a very bad sign.
The morning started bad when I drank yesterday’s leftover coffee instead of making a new one today. Then I topped up my blood caffeine levels with a tea. Both of them before 07:30.
At 08:30, I am feeling the too-much-caffeine unease and the boy is feeling post-throwing-up unease. And yet, we aren’t hugging and laying in the bed. I’m working (except for the break to write this status update), and he’s sleeping behind me on the carpet.
Hopefully the pendulum will swing again and we’ll both be on the up by the evening. Paws crossed!
This is how he sleeps. With five pillows.
I use one. R uses three. I’ve always been on her case for using three pillows.
The boy has learnt from her, and then left her behind.
Then there’s me.
I’m not allowed, by R, to put dishes in the dishwasher. She has her method of placing the dishes, and I apparently mess it up.
I’ve been trained to rinse the dishes and place them on the kitchen top above the dishwasher. She puts them in later.
Last night I cleared the sink after dinner and placed the dishes above the dishwasher. Took me a moment to realise that she’s been in India for a couple of days, and I am allowed to put the dishes in while she’s away. My training has been thorough.
To confuse the anthropomorphizing further, my dog learns better than me, while I’m trained better than him!