I finished watching Small Prophets, and very belatedly started on Detectorists, which so far seems to share the same gentle humour. Also mostly filmed a few miles down the road from here, in Framlingham.
Before the training session on Tuesday night we had a photo on the beach for some of the people in the club who’d run Spring marathons – apparently our new publicity officer Dom’s going to write something up for the local paper, which is also handily his employer.
Friday saw the first race of this year‘s Friday 5 Series, which as usual was our home fixture at Kirton. The temperature had suddenly rocketed, and it was warm enough just standing round helping with registration beforehand, but it did cool down a tiny bit before the start. I didn’t have too bad a race – faster than the past couple of years, albeit still half a minute outside my PB. If we turn to the old man’s metric of choice though, it was my best age grade over five miles.
Saturday morning was still very warm for parkrun, which ended up being an excuse to sit in the Cricketers garden afterwards for a second breakfast and some breakfast beers. My plan was to treat the breakfast as lunch, then make a pizza as an early dinner, but by the time I’d got home, showered, fallen asleep for a bit and finally got round to making the dough (as well as more dough for some naans to put in the freezer to make the most of firing the pizza oven up), it wasn’t early at all.
I spent some of Sunday resurrecting my old road bike, which has been sitting unloved in the garage for about 17 years. I’d already replaced a broken spoke and more-or-less trued the wheel, and now I’ve also fitted a new crankset to replace the one I cannibalised for another bike, put the brakes and seat post back (I can’t remember why I took them off – they were just on a shelf), and refitted the original seat. I started trying to adjust the gears, but decided I need some new cables first. Once that’s done, it should serve as a “B” bike for when I don’t fancy single speed but don’t want to take the nice one out.
Then it was back to the Cricketers to meet Dave, Glen, Neil, Gill, Rob and Jo for a quiet Sunday evening drink that somehow turned into leaving just before they closed at 1am. Oops.