Lost
Today’s ride was going to be a little different. We were meeting at the start of a Park Run and I had decided to actually run it rather than waiting for the others to finish. I had pondered over what to wear the day before. I decided that a tri-suit with a cycling top over the top would not look to out of place. I slipped my running shoes in a small bag and set off to the start. I thought I knew where the start was but when I got there the lack of people told me I was wrong. I few questions later got me to the right place, and I quickly found Mark who had sorted out a place to put the bikes.
Run
There were a lot of people, and the path was quite narrow, that made the start a little frantic. As usual I started with the slow group, but they were a little slower than I wanted. I spent the first kilometre dodging around people so that I could find some space. Things became easier once the field thinned. I could then just concentrate on running. My one aim for this run was not to walk. Mark passed me as we closed in on the finish. I toyed with the idea of racing him to the line, but my legs would have none of it, he got there a fraction before I did.
Ride
Once we had recovered from the run, we decided to ride down the bike that followed the river to the sea. This was an epic of bike handling skills that we deployed to avoid pedestrians and other cyclists. We were rewarded by a fantastic view of the sea as we approached the coast. It was a calm as could be with that early morning haze obscuring the horizon. Somewhere out there Loved One was having a swim. We carried on along the coast and headed back into town along yet more little roads and bike paths. On the way we decided to give our usual cafe a miss and try somewhere different.
Cafe
We sat at the little cafe in the park. I devoured an apple and cinnamon muffin with my cup of tea. Mark noticed that the cafe was peopled by young mothers and children. The expansive play area at the back explained why.
Planning
After lunch we went to the travel agent to get some help planning some adventures later in the year. It was not until we were on the way home that Loved One remembered we had been invited to a wedding that would disrupt the plans that we had made. We decided to think about it over the weekend and deal with the problem next week.
Nap
I was going to get on with the painting when I got home but Loved One persuaded me that my time would be better spent lying on a bed. I was happy to do that.
Chores
Loved One was out walking our neighbours’ dogs when I got up. My dirty bike was sitting outside needing to be cleaned. As I did that, I noticed the washing on the line. It was dry but would not be if it stayed there any longer. I took it in and used the clean sheet to remake the bed. That only left the ironing to do and, as most of it was my shirts I thought that it was best that I did it.
Dinner
Whilst I was busying myself with chores Loved One roasted some belly pork and along with it a selection of vegetables. It was all ready by the time I had finished with the chores.
Evening
There was not that much to amuse us on the television this evening. I got a little fed up with watching several ‘day in the life’ medical programs that seemed to want to wallow in other people’s misery. I went to bed with the intention of reading. I was asleep very soon after not reading a word.