Excess Park Run energy to start the weekend.
There was a time when my weekends didn’t get going until after Football Focus. I now find it impossible to still be in the PJ’s beyond 6am.
I cycled off along a peaceful Trail.
Anna wasn’t far behind, albeit without her running gear. She made some excuse about a stiff neck from the night before.
Pah.
That’s nothing to the sleepless night I experienced thanks to her own nocturnal habits.
And not in a naughty way, either.
There was another sizeable crowd for the Colchester Castle Park Run. This is a brilliant, brilliant event.
You know the rest.
I positioned myself behind the serious runners, got boxed in and then bemoaned how I came bloody close to a PB.
The official race time was 21’36” - 11 seconds off a Castle Park PB.
ARSE.
But it doesn’t matter. I left Castle Park GRINNING, buzzing my tits off on the natural high of Park Run.
Has Football Focus started yet?
We had a bit of business around town. One of my posho corporate shirts was returned to M&S. The collar had started to fray after only one wearing.
The M&S staff were lovely, lovely.
They asked why the shirt was wet. I mentioned something about washing it the night before.
This was kinda true; I fear though that the truth is more to do with my sweaty Park Run torso.
I picked up some pants as well, natch.
Naughty.
We did the firstsite first day opening thing.
We, You, Me @firstsite. aka US. Group exhibition. Colourful, playful, cheeky. And FREE. Do explore if you are in town #Colchester pic.twitter.com/BfV4Nj23GK
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) October 14, 2017
It’s working out rather well staggering the exhibitions, rather than having a full gallery installation every three months.
Anna and I read the blurb for We, You Me.
“I’m not going to understand this, am I?”
… asked Anna.
It was three exhibitions rolled into one. Many themes were up for discussion.
We didn’t do a very good job of discussing them.
Hey hoe.
The usual Saturday routine of the gym and a swim followed. It sounds like we’re fitness freaks. The truth is that the gym is en route back to base. It is cheaper to get cleaned up there, rather than put on the hot water at home.
The weights felt good.
I joined Anna in the pool.
I gave her a husbandry wave as I saw her through the prism of my goggles by the poolside showers.
She didn’t wave back.
Odd.
I removed the goggles.
‘Anna’ was an 80 year-old+ old Essex bird.
Whoops.
The swim was superb. A lane to myself and my natural rhythm straight from the first stroke.
Some swims are better than others.
West Ham Wanker was singing Sweet Caroline in the showers.
I managed to shower, towel, and then get my clothes back on before he reached the final chorus.
Phew.
Close escape, etc.
We caught the second half of the Liverpool Vs Man Utd match at home.
Zzzzzz.
Anna made a start on planting the bulbs in the back garden. I gave the bone dry lawn what should be the final mow of the season.
And then work.
oh.
I picked up a run of afternoon shifts.
They weren’t exactly troubling.
Some frantic housework followed.
Feathers were everywhere.
The poor baby bird that Dotty did the business with a fortnight ago is still leaving a mark around the house.
Wolves Vs Villa early evening was entertaining.
I broke into my supply of Banks’ Amber.
Anna buggered off back to S Ldn.
oh.