Note: I’m an English teacher, I’m allowed to create cheesy titles for my posts.
Now that my spring running schedule is coming to an end, I find I have a lot more free time at the weekends. I had promised to Ian that I would go light on the summer races, since there is a chance Scotland will get some palatable weather and we can do outdoorsy stuff together, (and there is a greater chance that if I don’t keep to my word I’ll return home one day to find my belongings shredded and burnt) and I have been fairly vigilant at keeping myself in check. The last two weekends have been race free, and, delightfully, the weather has been amazing. This has resulted in a couple more outings on the road bikes.
Two weeks ago we were joined by one of Ian’s friends who was riding on his mountain bike (and suffering as Ian and I glided along the road effortlessly). Once out of Aberdeen, we took the quiet back roads to Banchory, where we each enjoyed an ice-cream before heading back. It was such a glorious day that I have pretty much ensured my ridiculous lycra tan will be a permanent fixture this year. Again.
This past Sunday, despite being a bit cooler and cloudier, we took the road bikes out again, this time just me and Ian. We took a similar route in the beginning, but continued on to Dunecht (where I ran a 5k a few weeks ago), and then on to Castle Fraser, where we stopped for a slice of cake (me), a scone (Ian), and some orange juice. As I headed to the toilet after our treat, I overheard a human beluga that had also been indulging in the tea room tell her equally corpulent friend that it would be “a long drive back to Aberdeen” and they should maybe use the toilet and get a treat for the journey. For reference, it is about a 20 mile drive back to Aberdeen along the main roads. I was speechless.
I have also been pretty quiet recently because I have
endured enjoyed a school trip to London for a week with 40 teenagers who appear to be immune to fatigue. And silence. Having lived in London a few times, I always find it kind of nice to go back and see familiar places. It was not kind of nice to spend 12 hours on a bus getting there, and I’m pretty sure ‘butt-cramp’ is a very real affliction.
Anyway, we got to go on the London Eye and scope out several of London’s landmarks, we went shopping in Camden Town (my old haunt) and Covent Garden, took in a few shows (Billy Elliot was amazing), visited the zoo, survived the London Dungeons, and had a day trip to Thorpe Park, where I remembered how much rickety roller coaster hurt your head.
We also accidentally stumbled upon the premier for The Hangover 3 which was extremely exciting for many of the teenage girls since apparently Bradley Cooper is a “total babe!” and “OMG so hot!”. I tried to convince them that he wouldn’t be there yet, but they asked me to look over the crowds, so I wedged myself between a couple of hysterical fans at the barrier and, sure enough, Mr. Cooper was about 6 feet away. I told the girls he was pretty much within spitting distance, and then took turns ushering kids towards the barrier and holding them up under their armpits so they could get a look. I snapped a photo to show the kids that had missed out, and then made my way back to the rest of the group, as we were kind of meant to be heading to the theatre.
Although I did take my running stuff to London, I was still pretty miserable and ill for the first couple of days, and only managed to get out once for an enjoyable 8 miles along the Thames. Early starts, chaperoning kids, walking around the city/theme park, and late nights after the theatre kind of take it out of you, and by the end, I was pretty glad to be back in my own bed.