A cricket hangover to kick start the weekend.
OUCH.
That bloody hurt.
I managed to lose it by exercising the other part of my brain that bashes out crap blog posts.
And then something a little different: a cycle out to leafy Dulwich for the Park Run over the borough border.
At least that was the plan.
With Brockwell being bordered up once again for yet another commercial event, the nearest Park Run was over in Dulwich Park.
This technically isn’t my patch. I’ve played football many a time at Belair Park, but I’ve never really taken much of an interest in Dulwich Park.
I cycled past le Velo, and then expected to see the park gates at the other end of Burbage Road.
Nope.
Something was wrong, It didn’t help that as ever, I was running late.
I circled around the edges of Dulwich, and then gave up at 8:55am - five minutes before Park Run was due to start.
Arse.
I cycled back to more familiar territory back in Brockwell.
There was around thirty or so runners who hadn’t realised that Park Run had been cancelled. Instead they ran their own mini private Park Runs.
If you can’t beat them, etc.
It was surprising as to how slow I was without the mentality of the pack to pace me. I reckon I lost about a minute and a half over the 5km.
Some lovely lido conversations then took place poolside.
I finally managed to drag myself away and splash through twelve very choppy lengths.
Mid-summer always means me snapping away at the GLORIOUS Lido wild meadow slope, and also the Secret Garden over the hill at Brockwell.
I took an hour or out of the morning, completely lost in the budding beauty that has transformed both patches over recent weeks.
Next up was Dulwich.
A pre-season friendly, at midday, even before the final of Euro 2016 has taken place?
That was just bonkers.
I made it to Transpontine del Curva in time, but was in need of some cash. I stopped off across the road at Sainsbury’s.
The ATM didn’t like my card. I had no cash on me.
Whoops.
A call to the bank confirmed that my card was b0rked.
I was too proud to beg with my Dulwich pals, and so waited around until half time, and then did the @OneEyeGrey thing of slipping in on a freebie.
The match didn’t really mean much. It was a glorified training session for both team. It was much more rewarding catching up with various pink ‘n’ blue pals.
Football finished, and I cycled back through Brixton for Urban Art.
Shifting Urban Art a week forward so that it misses the Lambeth Show clash seems to have worked very well. It was incredibly busy around Josephine Avenue and the surrounds.
I was very tempted by a couple of pictures, but thankfully had absolutely no means of paying for them.
A bit of admin catch up back in Sunny Stockwell, and then I cycled off to the lido once again.
Double dipping wasn’t on the agenda, but the Annual Lido Races were.
Plus the second outing, so to speak, of the lido synchronise swimmer.
They SMASHED the traffic on Brixton Buzz last time. It would be rude not to pimp out their creative talents once again.
It was a lovely early evening down at the waters of Lake Brockwell. The early morning Icicles were all out to cheer on the swimmers.
I stayed around a little longer than I was expecting, snapping away at the Lido Races events that were taking.
Saturday evening was spent working on some scheduled shifts, plus some editing of school content.
It’s bloody never ending.
One more week to go…