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Spoon, now aged 12
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This week started with my daughter ‘Spoon’ turning 12 and then my oldest buddy ‘Roger’ turning 82. Celebrated with a Maccies and a pedal respectively. So much to celebrate!
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My oldest buddy Roger, now 82! |
Usual Zwift, walking and running throughout the week. Nothing major to shout about. However, the weekend turned out pretty awesome.
Saturday saw me complete my 79th ParkRun and my first at Sandwell Valley. I finished 46/161 with a time of 27:22. This was a nice course which was mostly track running around a big lake. Hilly in places with a run over the M5 bridge.
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K is for Kayak Kamikaze |
Following my ParkRun, I went Kayaking with the Phantom. This was the first time I had ever used a kayak, although have used a canoe before. We paddled about 4.3k on the stretch of canal outside of the Hopwood pub. This was my gift to the Phantom for his 60th birthday.
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The Phantom (aged 60) |
On this adventure we saved a swan trapped in debris that had been attacked by a brutal, ferocious, savage, violent, dangerous, ruthless and vicious swan. The poor swan was really trapped but we managed to set it free. The unkind, unpleasant, unfriendly and nasty swan not only attacked the trapped swan but also hissed at the Phantom. I’m sure it wasn’t hissing pleasantries.
The only downside to this kayaking malarkey was my wet rump, despite my wearing of waterproof trousers. Following the kayak adventure, it only felt right to have a drinky-poo at the pub. I think that Mr ‘Odge and I should hire a double kayak and have a practice before our Rat Race adventure in September.
Ooh, I wonder what adventure awaits...
That swan is a real stinker!
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