Tuesday

Did two laps of the Downs last night; a smidgen under 7 miles. 52 minutes -- not exactly race pace, but at least an indicator that a half marathon in October is not entirely out of the question. Steve, the collegue opposite my desk, has promised that he'll stop smoking if I finish in the top 10. If he carries on placing bets like that, he won't exactly die homeless and broke, as they say.. Sarah was feeling a bit off colour with a dodgy gut so the margin between us was less than normal. The Downs circuit is much friendlier and flatter than our normal Horfield 10k loop, so maybe we'll stick to that for a while, at least until the weather becomes slightly less hot and sticky. We might even be able to entice Angus out. Apparently he's enjoying his new toy, the Garmin Forerunner runner's GPS. Similar to mine but with added heart rate monitor.

Sarah's sorting out Oz visas today, and I'll try to cancel my gym membership for the trip. Hoping to get out to the Crag of Dreams tonight for a cheeky after-work rock session. Sarah still can't see the greatness of the place, and would rather go to the Gorge (!). I do remember needing several trips to understand Wintour's back in the day though. Bristol really is a great place to be based for climbing. Ok, so we don't exactly have Stanage on our doorstep, but plenty of great stuff within 45 minutes drive. Hopefully we'll manage to squeeze in some convenience routes down at Portland this weekend before Daddy Porter's 60th party. Weather's looking so-so for the weekend though.