I got back earlier than expected after last night’s Broadstairs gig and resisted the temptation to watch anything after midnight, falling into a slumber not long after a big bowl of midnight porridge.
It was an unusually decent night’s sleep. I woke up at 0700hrs realising that I must’ve slept almost six hours which really constitutes a good night for me. I loaded up on the carbs for breakfast and just after 10:30hrs, I was out in the park, abandoning the circuits I usually do at the start of my runs, and just running a straight route for a comfortable and fast 10k, running through Sunday’s 20-minute set in my head.
I did suspect the circuits, with their very frequent climb, were slowing me down, but I’m quite lazy when it comes to running. This is a very strange thing to write when I’m actually out there three days a week regardless of the weather, for the last four years, but what I mean by this is because I find the running so monotonous, I’m always looking at ways to reduce that monotony. The thought of running laps or to a particular point in the park, to me, is a bit like having to walk somewhere and you don’t fancy the walk. By introducing circuits, which help me to warm up too, it means that by the time I’ve finished them, I’m around 3k into the run, and for the following 7k or more, I don’t have to run the complete regular route. I cover the same distance but a smaller area of the park. And with more climbs.
After a shower and quick, light lunch, I made a brief stop off for coffee at my aunt and uncle’s. My uncle has been given this heart monitor apparatus that allows the hospital to keep tabs on him remotely. My aunt is fretting about how much this is going to add to their energy bills.
My aunt has again made known her displeasure at my uncle’s latest haircut. We now go to the same barber, which isn’t as bad, I suppose, as the years when if he saw some shirt I was wearing that he liked, he had my aunt buy the exact same top for him. We even sat in on the same meeting, in their flat, in identical shirts with the council when we were sorting out a walk-in shower for my aunt.
My aunt didn’t like my uncle’s hair when the barber was using the clippers. I actually thought the clipper work on him was outstanding. He’s returned to traditional scissor cuts now and my aunt still isn’t happy. Nor is she happy with his restyled sideburns. My uncle kept his counsel as my aunt documented all the ‘flaws’ with this latest haircut.
I’ve pretty much got Sunday’s loose 20-minute set down with this week’s regular rehearsals. I’m just not looking forward to the long coach journey, being prone to nausea on the road. I’m fine on the trains, but stick me in a car on a coach, especially the latter, and it can be a struggle.
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