Not just another day

Snapped at boy after he went barking due to some neighbourhood activity at crazy o’clock. He got the message and came licked me clean, hugged and slept off.
I didn’t (couldn’t). Carried the day on 2 hours of sleep.

Spent more time driving around Guildford to drop off the boy at his day care, than the train took to get from Guildford to London.

Knocked up Brompton, heavy legs after last evening’s run intervals, and wicked wind didn’t help with ride to old street.

Attended 3 really good sessions with Campus Edu.
Met 2 new prospects at Campus London.

Sister got a job after an year relaxing at home.

Giro started.

Marianne Vos won the stage and overall lead at Women’s Tour.
Partner was delighted to discover that her pension is managed by Friends Life, sponsors of the Women’s Tour.

Sister’s job is in London. I’ll get to meet her more frequently. Theoretically. Hopefully.
About to eat pulled pork nachos.

Knackered. Happy. Excited.

It wasn’t just another day.

Pleading with Chewie not to thank me after…

Pleading with Chewie not to thank me after every meal by licking my face, and leaving it smelling like his dry food.

Me: What if a super hot model walks in the door, and wants to lick my face? What’ll she think if it smells of your food?

Partner (translating Chewie’s squirms): Why would you want a super model who doesn’t like the smell of a dog?

Me: No, she loves dogs, and will think I’m eating his food! He’s thin enough to convince anyone he’s starving, and my face smells of his food!

Partner, whom I constantly harass to let me increase Chewie’s food: *Bugger off both of you*

I’ll record this as a win.

before I’m back in the hills In these…

… before I’m back in the hills!

In these 10 days,

  • we set up an appointment for Chewie to lose parts of his manhood
  • my sister moves to the UK
  • my partner’s sisters visit us for a vacation
  • N, partner’s only girlfriend I constantly hit on, visits us

And yet, the only thing that gets my heart racing, is the thought of the hills awaiting me at end of those 10 days.

I love hills :)

Monday Good ride 2 hours of productive work…

Monday:

Good ride.
2 hours of productive work.
4 hours of corralling myself into doing work I wasn’t ready for. Nothing got done.
3 hours of productive work.
Good ride.
An hour’s good walk with Chewie.

Tuesday:

Good ride.
4 hours of productive work.
1 hour of doodling. Sort of.
2 hours of productive work.
2 hours of discussion around project work and more.
Good ride.
37 lengths of swim.
Bad cramp.
Rest.
3 lengths of swim.
Cramp still there.

Tomorrow:

Weigh in.
Train + Bus.
Attacking that work thing I’ve been failing at. One. More. Time.
Drinks.
Bus + Train.