It's Blooming Freezing

I agreed to mind CG's lovely doggie for him today. This will involve me and mr poochie going on a hike. It is blooming freezing! My entire garden is frosted over, very lovely it looks too. The bigger of the cats was trying to cross the glass roof of my office and kept sliding down it, eventually he gave up and is now is a sulk in the sitting room.
My week was good. But I accidently deleted the exercise text I normally have to keep track of what I'm doing. I ran 15 K on Tuesday and found it good. I have still NOT mastered a 32.5k push press. I have however mastered as side step jumping kick that would take your head clean off your shoulders- should you ever want that.
I had wheat once this week in the form of crusty pastry. The Paramour made ale and steak pie and I'm sorry I just COULD NOT resist that. Funnily enough it made me feel bloated and jittery, almost slightly speedy. How odd.
According to my weighing scales I am exactly the same weight as I was last week. Which is dandy as I have been 'at' the wine ( and cheese). But get this, I have moved in a hole on my leather belt that I wear almost everyday. Weird! I'm telling you this not eating wheat malarky is weird but in a good way. Although I miss beer and toast a bit.
Right bacon and eggs time. Then to collect that adorable pooch for a FREEZING outing. Eek.

Motivation for Fatcats and Possibly for Fatcat Chumlies.

You've got to see this.
I laughed so much I almost snorted coffee out of my nose.

Top of Satdee to you. And a fine day it is too. Not sunny but not rainy and my coffee tastes delicious after a good night's sleep. After breakfast I am going to head off to the park to run strides up and down the football pitch, and then I will wake the poor old paramour up and enquire smugly after his hangover- for he went out last night and I didn't. Yesterday I was mildly jealous, this morning not so much. Plus I got to watch Poirot and Elizabth and eat stinky cheese to my blissful heart's contentment, and tonight we will go and see Hellboy.
Huzzah!
My left arm is black and blue from kick boxing yesterday and although I draped it with a frozen packet of rashers last night it remains puffy.
Anyway, let's see how the week went.

I didn't run 30k on SUnday like I had planned, due to the fact that a few miles in my knee hurt slightly and it was down to my runners, which I should have replaced a couple of weeks ago, but being a fool I kept putting it off. So I called it a day after 20k rather than risk injury.

Monday-up at the crack of dawn, had a banana hit the gym.
warm up 1000m row, 4 mins 35. Slower than last time but as I was warming up I expected it to be so.
15k dumb bell swings 21x3.
Cable cross, 7.5k x 10 x 2, tried the 10k, squeezed out 8, but no more than that.
Finished off with an easy 5k on the t-mill, hams singing from Friday's KB class.

Tuesday- 10k new runners, springy!

Wednesday- No running, saving legs for thursday. Walked to gym, 1000m row, in 4:19, onto air squats. Annoyingly I'm still tilting forward when I squat. So I'm trying to use a light bar when I do front squats to counter balance this. Really annoying.
50 in all divided into sets of 10. 150 dips sets of 30 each time, 15k x 10x 2 one armed rows, 17.5x10 last two set. Onto push press- 30k x10 x2, last set was only 8, I wanted to do 10, but my arms, they just wouldn't.
Finished off with a good stretching session, tried a new Finn quoted core exercise which is basically putting both feet up into a Swiss ball and trying to do push ups without your feet rolling off. Hah! Yeah, right. There was spillage, plenty of spillage.

Thursday- 25k okay run actually, although I should have brought a third capri sun for the last stretch home. Should also have been been longer but I took a wrong turn over in Milltown and then couldn't be arsed running past my own home and putting in an extra 5 k. Once I'm near my home my carrier pigeon instinct is head for the gate.

Friday, lot of walking, carrying stuff and of course some intense kickboxing. Black and blue and happy.

Saturday- heading for the park after breakfast.


Sunday. Planning a 20k run up the coast.

Dog update.

I went-armed with the paramour's camera- to have a chat with the lady who owns the dog that scared the living bejayous out of me the other day. Turns out- Surprise!- it's not her dog, it's her husband's dog and she 'wouldn't harm you.' She also said the dog wasn't 'let out' but that sometimes she 'got out'. I said that it was her job it make sure the dog 'didn't get out' and that if I saw her out again I'd report her, no matter which way the dog managed it. She then once again said 'I know she looks vicious but she wouldn't hurt you.' I said I had no interest in testing that theory.
It was interesting to note that while she was saying this the dog was panting and pacing behind the large wooden fence the kept the dog to the back of the property. It was also interesting to note that the dog was back there -secure- while the green itself was populated with kids.
Anyway I said my piece and she wasn't being a bitch about it, and she agreed that the dog shouldn't be able to get out of her front garden through the neighbour's garden and actually pointed out where they erected some sort of chicken wire barrier between the fencing to stop her using that way out. I nodded as I looked at this, but once again wondered if it was THAT safe then why was the dog in the back right now.
Either way, she assured me the dog won't be out alone in the future and that I needn't worry. I said I wasn't worried because if I DID see her out again I'd just phone the police and let them worry about it.
She didn't get all bitchy about that remark and she wasn't being a weapon during the whole conversation so I wasn't either. We said our goodbyes in a civil manner and I went on down to the path I usually run on, just down from her house. Behind me up the bank the kids played and sprayed each other with water pistols. I took a picture of the river, one because I was feeling relieved- I hate confrontations no matter how right I feel- and two, because I want you to see how beautiful it is.
I think I handled the situation correctly, but I mean what I say, if I see the dog out again I'm just going to ring the Gardai. I'll spin by there a few times over the next few week to see if she's as good as her word. I'm hoping she is.