And I Though I Was Very Gentle With Her

Cycled in today. Unfortunately the fact that I've foolhardily entered another run tomorrow and a dog show on Friday mean this will be my only bike this week. It was a very pleasant one though. It was even nice weather.

L reports that the dog didn't delay her with his socialising this morning and she even describes him as being 'quite a poppet' How odd, she never usually describe the dog as being a poppet.

Seems though, that her injury has flared up again, she had to skip the gym. She blames my 'medieval leg press'. Oh dear and I though I was very gentle with her last night. A little mild stretching should have done it some good. She's lucky I'm no longer the young man I was when she met me, all those years ago. She wouldn't have got off so lightly then. She points out to me later that I've got the wrong end of the stick and she's referring to the 'medieval leg press' in John Carroll gym. Ah, my fault after all.

I bike home and I'm surprised to see that my white lines have been painted already. They’re not at all how I would have done them but they’re better than nothing.

I'm heading to the pool for a swim and I get a text from L to say she's at the pool herself. I put my head down and power along but I just miss her. We must have almost crossed in the changing rooms.

My first thought when I get in the pool is to rescue the big fat woman who has fallen in fully clothed. Then I realise that the flapping around she is doing is actually some kind of swim stroke rather than her actually drowning. Why is she clothed? Who knows? Probably too embarrassed to get undressed but if someone had tried to swim in cut-off jeans I bet they’d have been hauled out.

Do some good lengths although my lane gets very crowded, I consider moving up to the 'serious' lane but notice that a female psycho in an all black swimsuit with matching swim hat has moved in there. Something I've learnt in my short swimming career is to not mess with anyone in all black. This seems like a good time in get out.

Once in the safety of the changing rooms I notice that the guy next to me is getting changed out of his grey drongo shorts and putting on a brightly coloured pair instead but on top of his boxer shorts, which he doesn't take off and then goes swimming. People get odder and odder.

Get home and I cut the grass with Doggo; it's a really good way of exercising him. The house gym bunnies, L and Daughter are out having a gym and sauna session. I cook keema and peas in readiness for their return.

It's all action on the rest day in the Tour de France as pre-race favourite Alexandre Vinokourov tests positive for blood doping after winning Saturday's time-trial stage in Albi. The two types of red blood cells in Vinokourov's sample indicate he had had a blood transfusion before Saturday's stage. Vinokourov says simply because he has an enormous amount of blood in his thighs. Hmmm. The entire Astana team have now withdrawn from the race.