Bit everything to talk about today. I had a good day at Bees yesterday, met up with some friends who I haven’t seen for a while and met some folk for the first time who I’ve conversed with via Twitter & Facebook! Dan had a good time, running around with the other kids there who included his cousin George who was brought down by my cousin Ade accompanied by Ade’s Dad Doug who I’m glad to see is doing well after the recent death of his wife.
Less said about the game the better, but I think Eugene and Rusty the Bees coaches have plenty to work on! And the less said about Wales v England game the better. Suffice it to say, England would not have scored a try even if they were still playing now and Wales had gone home! I could go into my solutions and diagnoses of what’s wrong but it would turn into a multi page rant! So I won’t…
My lad Dan had a big off yesterday, he was pedalling around the block with his sister, I was watching the rugby and I got a text from Fay saying “come quick Dad, Dan has his foot stuck by the Waseley Gate”, so I grabbed my bike out of the garage and steamed around the corner to find Dan on his back, leg stuck between the crank and frame and blood all over him. There was a lady passer by assisting, but his leg was stuck fast! A quick assessment, which involved thinking about the Fire Brigade, getting my tool box, hacksawing the frame or blasting back home to get some washing up liquid ensued. The washing up liquid option won, so back home, bottle out of the kitchen, then raced back to the scene. A quick squirt and a good hard yank and his leg was free. A very distressed Dan said “I never want to ride my bike ever again!” We got him home and dressed his wounds which included a gash on his head and grazed knees and elbows and he was ok if a little quiet for the rest of the evening. Which was nice in all fairness, but having Dan crash to keep him quiet isn’t really an option! He’s right as rain today.
So on to today, I’ve just completed Day 1 of week 2 of the Couch to 5K running plan, a slight step up in intensity, but nothing I couldn’t handle, actually the word intensity is laughable, when I think back to what I used to do in the military and during my rugby playing days, but no sense in looking back eh?
Normal commute tomorrow.