Saturday morning is disruption morning.
It is harder leaving the house and being on time for Park Run than it is leaving for work.
Leisure is all important; work can wait.
But the bloody kittens do their best every Saturday morning to try and disrupt the routine of making the Castle Park 9am start.
Actually that’s a lie. I am so disorganised in the morning that I am always leaving it too late. The kittens are simply a very pleasant distraction.
And so Anna did the sensible disappearing act at 8:15am. Her final words to me as I was still cleaning my teeth was to cause a distraction to stop the disrupting kittens.
The last thing I needed was a pair of kittens heading out to play, just as I was heading off to park Run.
It was actually very simple. I opened the back door, and then threw Anna’s slippers back inside.
See ya, ladies.
Park run was equally disruptive. A new route was being run - the blue route.
Blue has always been one of my least favourite colours.
We started off cross country, up by the Castle, and then back down towards the cricket ground.
A couple of Colne swans did their best to block the route in protest.
I was running with a chesty cough. The excesses of the night before didn’t exactly help, either. Curry, BOOZE and mind your own business when it comes to the third.
But yep - I wasn’t exactly functioning to the peak of my middle age perfection.
I managed to find my rhythm for the second part of the course. I picked up the pace and even managed a sprint finish.
9 seconds off a Park Run PB. Bugger.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) December 3, 2016
I was expecting a time of around 22’30”. The official race time of 21’41” had me first celebrating, and then declaring BUGGER as I realised that I was only 9 seconds off a PB.
I made a mental note to eat even more curry, neck more BOOZE and have some further fun in the mind your own business category come next weekend.
Anna wasn’t far behind.
Actually, I lie again.
We both eventually caught up, and then buggered off into the town centre for some Christmas shopping.
I managed to complete mine in fifteen minutes flat.
Job’s a good ‘un.
You see some very odd things around Sunny Colch on a Saturday morning. The Hare Krishna fella with a can of Spesh at 10am did put a smile on my face.
We cycled on towards the pool. My indoor 40 lengths compared to the lovely lido the day before was like comparing ballet with breakdancing.
I arsed around in the steam room afterwards. I accidentally managed to kick a lady rather hard in the head as I got up to leave in amongst all of the steam.
Whoops, Madam.
West Ham Wanker was hovering in the changing rooms.
His words of wisdom for Saturday morning were:
“Everything in life is like cricket.”
He was speaking sense for once.
We watched the Chelsea match back at base, and then buggered off up to Broad Lane for Wivenhoe Town.
The bloody kick off was delayed until 3:30pm, with some sort of problem with the refs.
I did something of a rather abstract ground photoshoot, watched the first half, and then had to disappear for an evening of work shifts.
It was my first time working on a project with a new pharma client. I could probably do with Anna’s expertise for this work, but we have both agreed a very strict Never the Twain on this project.
It was actually all OK.
The rest of Saturday evening was then spent watching some track cycling, and preparing a route for a roll out in the morning.
Chapeau!