Today I was just going to walk the kids to school, walk back and claim that as my Juneathon activity, thank you very much. That would be lovely.
No… apparently this is as bad as trying to claim a stroll around Tesco as your activity (which sounds like a legit activity to me). My motivational guru pointed me in the right direction. “Get off your arse and do a proper run”, I was told. And so I did (well, a bit).
Just before lunch, I went out for a quick 3k down to the Beaufort and back again to test how the foot was doing and to try and get used to keeping to a steady, sensible pace unlike yesterday. All went well apart from one point where my headphones cable tried to wrap itself around my neck and strangle me – how it did that I still don’t know, but I had to hoik my phone out the pocket, rearrange everything and carry on; all the while plodding down the street.
When I got home my troubles began. My key wasn’t in my pocket. Instead, my pocket was inside out flapping around my bum. I’d held my phone in my hand after the cable-neck-attack and not noticed the flappy warning sign.
I walked along the A59 looking for my keys – a hopeless pursuit. By that point they were either kicked into a field, crushed under a lorry or in the hands of a scally who is right now trying all the tens of thousands of doors that it might possibly fit.
I walked past where I turned around and on to Alan and Ann’s house to see if they had our spare key. They had looked after the cat and the rats the other week and I was sure they had one.
Alan was just about to head out to some local politics gig (I think) But he took me in, showed me pity and made me a cuppa. We had a catch up, I got the key and Alan very kindly drove me back to my house. Yay! All’s well that ends well, I thought. Went to open the door and the key didn’t fit. Alan had given me the wrong key. I didn’t notice because, hey, it’s the spare key that gets passed around friends and family and I very rarely see it – Jude does most of that useful, practical stuff.
Another brief, hopeless walk along the A59 and it’s time to go and get the children. So decked out in my running kit I jumped on the bike – no helmet (very very very bad) because that’s inside the house, and I’m at the school ten minutes later. Cadged the use of a friend’s phone so that I can contact Jude and ask her to cancel Lily’s piano lesson and then walked back home with the kids.
If you’re wondering, a lot of the walking is because Jude’s car is in the garage where the repair is turning into a complete nightmare. It’s been there for ten days now and I think it’ll be in there for another ten. Jude needed my car today to pick up Aunty Karen who flew in from Australia this afternoon.
We then had an hour to kill, so I played football with the kids and ate ice lollies from the freezer in the garage.
And then, like angels floating in on a cloud to save us, Jude and Karen appeared on the drive – with keys, that worked. Thank god. It was only 4:30, three hours after I’d realised I’d lost the key.
The rest of the day has been lovely. It’s been Jude’s birthday today – a big one – her thirteenth prime number. These things need celebrating and with her sister freshly over from Oz we went out to Pizza Express in our newly obtained courtesy car.
Alls well that finally ends well. Much walking, a bit of cycling and a bit of running today. Runkeeper tells me that it’s 13.3km, but I didn’t put everything in, so it’s something higher than that.
A summary of activities:
* walked to school and back
* ran to the beaufort and back
* walked to Alans
* cycled to the school
* walked back from the school
* played football in the back with the children
Here are the Garmin stats for the run.
Oh, the downside is that my foot hurts again. I’m off to the gym in the morning, but I’ll have to keep an eye on that one.
Plus I’ve just read that this tale of woe apparently inspired Lorna Walker to go out and run today. Goodness knows how the knowledge that one of her friends has been locked out of his house and is scrambling around the streets of Burscough and Ormskirk can be classed as “motivational”. However, it certainly throws a different light on the day’s activities.