{{ title }}

07.07 – 07.13

{{ date | formatDate }}

• note

{% for tag in tags %}
  {{ tag }}
{% endfor %}

Life

We went to Ηη’s sports day. He had early dramatic success in the sack race (other parents wondered if he was part-marsupial) but never quite reached those dizzy heights again so his mood gradually declined throughout. Was (largely) fun to witness no less.

Gabi had her birthday party after school on Friday. It was pirate-themed, and Ηη had as good a time as he ever has at a birthday party (not without hot tears, but no major drama). I drank too much Aperol and passed out while trying to get the kids to go to sleep. Then I awoke the next day to the news that I WAS ONLY SHITTING GOING TO SHITTING SEE STEVIE SHITTING WONDER IN HYDE SHITTING PARK THAT EVENING. An exceptionally well executed surprise birthday present. And since childcare from up north had apparently fallen through, Gabi’s mamas had agreed to babysit the kids and even pushed through a sleepover for both of them. We spent most of the day worrying about what a disaster it was going to be, but by all accounts it was a success. Stevie was (unsurprisingly) absolutely incredible. Si, Louise, and Robbo being in attendance was another excellent part of the surprise. I was a blubbing mess from the off. He didn’t play a single note from Innervisions (the best album no I’m not taking questions) but I didn’t care.

I resolved to take a couple of weeks off running because of the dodgy hip situation. I also concluded (based on zero evidence) that the physio I saw was wrong and it doesn’t have anything to do with my glutes. I’m leaning into the deconditioning, consuming my bodyweight in lager and cake. Already feeling pretty horrible about it.

Work

Nav QA (slightly concerned we’ve created a bit of a monster that will be no fun to maintain)

Running

• Tuesday track