Somehow, however, this wasn't even the worst film I saw this week. On Wednesday Carole and I (no Luca to look after, remember) had a night out at the movies to watch historical epic "Noah". Hammier than the floor of a swinery slaughterhouse.
The previous evening was a little preferable however. I joined Carole at the farm after work with the intention of running home. However, while I was there my wife used the opportunity to hoist me atop Finnan for the first time. He's quite an energetic and excitable beast, despite my gangly limbs being a little on the large side for him. In spite of this, the most daft imagery came from the helmet I was lent for the session. A size or 6 too small it was. I have a photo, but it won't upload. I freaking love the internet.
I don't have many pictures today unfortunately. I have, however, found a couple of pictures it took of Carole at the start of the Garioch 5k race from a few weeks ago, as follows:-
Disappointingly, albeit predictably, despite her excellent time Carole hasn't run since the race. We enjoyed our little training runs in the lead up to the race though, so a little time jiggery pokery is needed and we'll get out for the odd session again.
Luca's new haircut has been a topic of conversation lately, and so here he is below, in a photo taken 20 minutes after the barber had lopped several kilo's of hair off the top of his head:-
He'd had long hair his entire life, so the chop was a big deal. He wanted it done though, and I think he looks great. His poor Mum was having palpitations at the thought of her baby's mane being sliced, which brought both sympathy and amusement to the table.
The above picture was taken earlier today, Luca with his (new-ish) buddy Lyle. They'd played football together earlier, during which both Dad's had to call an early end to the session which was becoming a little overly "tasty". They were both flying into tackles against one another and the possibility of broken bones was becoming a distinct possibility. A real surprise there, as Luca is invariably a rather "delicate" player. Does it make me a bad Dad to admit my admiration for this new found will to win?
Ah, this one now. The above photo not being my proudest moment as I slogged around a flat "easy" 10 mile race in Perth last Sunday. My finishing time wasn't the worst in the world but I've run this distance quicker before (on a hillier course) which led to disappointment. The picture here was taken only a couple of miles from the end, and I think the expression on my face speaks volumes of my disillusionment.
Coincidentally, Lucy had a race of similar distance this morning. Having just spoken to her it seems she had an equally disappointing time, and coincidentally similar to her little brother unexpectedly ran out of steam badly on the latter half. We've decided this was her unconscious attempting to support her little brother. Onwards and upwards though, we'll both knock it out the park next time.
With my first marathon only weeks away now, I shook off a few cobwebs this morning on a 17 mile run, starting just after 6am. The forecast rain gratifyingly never appeared and the sun even somehow found a way to burst through the clouds. A bit of Arcade Fire on my mp3 made it almost enjoyable, and well worth the exhaustion and badly bruised toes. Bruised toes which Luca has spent the rest of the day finding new and ever more unique ways of stepping on, causing ever more anguished cries from his Dad. And ever more widening grins from my undeniably evil son.
With a Carole prepared slow cooked stew now imminent and a small boy to carry upside down to bed I must now end this entry. Much more to report however, which I'll detail in another blog later this week.
**Useless fact of the day - All polar bears are left handed**
