April 2010

[Sweder]

After a terrific weekend in Dublin & Connemara it's back to life, back to reality for Team RC. At the insistence of my impatient hounds I dragged my rubbery legs into the hills on Wednesday morning. Despite some residual aches and pains I enjoyed a gentle lumber under cloudless skies. Sun-baked though the trails are they're luxuriant compared to unyielding Irish tarmac. Clocked around 50 minutes for 5 chilly miles.

I've sorted out a deferment with Lewes Crown Court this week. Called for Jury Service I started badly by no-showing on Monday, following up with a plea for compassionate leave so as to tend to an ailing Mrs H. To their credit the Court agreed to defer until August so I'm free to ferry my embattled wife to various practitioners, specialists, spiritual healers and Witchdoctors. The latest prognosis suggests her back will take around eight weeks 'of complete rest' to heal. If it isn't right by then we're looking at surgery, a frankly terrifying prospect that just might ensure that she takes the instruction to heart.

Tonight I'm off to Bridge's House of Fun for a 'gentle' spin session. I need to pump fresh, oxygenated blood through my ravaged quad fibres to aid the healing process. 45 minutes of low-impact spin (followed by a fair dose of sofa-dwelling) is the perfect way to go about it.

I'm planning my weekend, the middle one of three involving major race events. ParkRun on Saturday, gardening all afternoon (a selfless sacrifice at the behest of Mrs H who stares despairingly at the folorn flower beds every morning. Her inability to tend to her domain adds an untreatable dull ache to her pain). Sunday morning Birthday Breakfast in Bed for the Stricken One before dashing off to Ovingdean to cheer on Team RC and Team Moyleman at the 10 mile marker at Brighton Marathon. Next weekend it's the VLM featuring the JDRF Pasta party (Saturday night) & 8 hours duty at the 22.5 mile Supporter Zone, replete with all the throat-closing wildness that entails.

Good luck one and all!