La Serpiente stopped being sick some time around 3 or 4 this morning, having made sure we changed sheets, substituted Toffee Puppy’s doppelpuppy for its stained counterpart, and been through more pyjamas than I believed we had. She slept fitfully until about 6, when she lay down and passed out cold despite the lights being on and the sun coming up. That was when I had to start getting myself ready; I had a phone call at 8 and then hauled myself to the office, feeling deathly. This was one of those days where I didn’t feel I was justifying the oxygen I inhaled, and perhaps I’d picked up some of La Serpiente’s bug as I was queasy most of the afternoon. Continue reading Don’t rage against the dying of the light
In addition to the vomit-inducing Backhoe Joe, La Serpiente has been making me read Pony Scouts: At The Show, a level 2 reading book ("High-interest stories for developing readers" according to the blurb.) While I’m allergic to horses, we can be fairly confident that the book isn’t making my daughter sick, as she made me read it on Sunday night without any ill-effects. Continue reading Pony Scouts: At The Show
Somewhat gratifyingly, La Serpiente wept bitterly last night at bedtime, wishing both her parents were there to put her to bed, rather than one of them gallivanting around a running track. When she was clingy tonight and refused to get off the toilet and into the bath for ten minutes, we assumed that was the hangover from the previous evening. Eventually I got to read her Backhoe Joe, and shortly afterwards she began vomiting. Say what you like, but that’s clear and lucid literary criticism, delivered like clockwork every ten minutes for two hours.
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Tonight was another track session, and I was worried that after the weekend’s exertions, I’d be in trouble. I made sure I had as much compression clothing on as possible and went off to Evans Road. The pace today was meant to be about 5-7 seconds faster than on a Wednesday, which meant I should be putting in 1:38s. Tonight it was 3x1100m, with 6:45 to do them and recover for the next, followed by 3×800, with 5 minutes per set. I have aesthetic issues with this kind of session, because I hate incomplete laps, but who knows how much benefit those missing 300m gave me?
Continue reading Starting to speed up again
For some damnfool reason, I’ve signed up for a challenge on Strava where you win a badge on your profile (so slightly lamer than a new Pokemon) by running a marathon’s worth of miles in 4 days. Since I was mostly running 5ks (and only sporadically) lately, stepping up to an average of more than 10k every day is a bit …challenging.
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La Serpiente didn’t sleep well last night, coming into our room several times and foraging for attention. I slept through my 6:30 alarm and panicked at 7, trying to wake her up, get her dressed and get us both out the door in time for the run. La Serpiente was not too helpful, demanding to be dressed in inappropriate clothes (a sweatshirt and a raincoat) and then run in back inside the flat just after we’d got a lift because she needed to bring Toffee Puppy with her. We got downstairs just in time to prevent somebody else taking the taxi I’d booked, then zoomed off to East Coast Park.
Continue reading Taking your children running
This evening, brains shattered by the day, we watched a MotoGP race from two weeks ago, and then crawled away to bed. I made myself vaguely useful, attaching a new bell to La Serpiente’s scooter, but otherwise was at a loss to do anything. I blame this on having a conference call at 8am and then drinking too much coffee afterwards, or possibly taking the call while standing next to a leaf blower and not remembering to mute myself, or maybe just because I had salad for lunch rather than an exciting meal. Perhaps I need to run some a-b testing on the alternatives.
Tomorrow is Saturday, which means parkrun, which means (if La Serpiente is up on time) that we go for another run together. I’ve begun to plan my marathon training, but that only starts the week of Christmas, so there’s plenty of time for shenanigans before then. Or for me to get strong, pushing my child around in a stroller.
This evening I went out to do another power test with my Stryd. Last time I did that was at the track by the National Stadium, but a friend of ours was in town so after seeing him for dinner, it was too late to schlep out to Kallang. Instead, I’d run down past the Tanjong Pagar railway station, and back along the road from Mount Faber.
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I went to the dentist this afternoon for three fillings. This was not a joyous occasion, but my dentist has a reassuring demeanour and appears to care for my welfare, whereas the dentist we went to as small children seemed to be a maniac obsessed with replacing as many teeth with amalgam as possible. Or, hey, we ate too much sugar.
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I had a flight to Bangkok at 7 this morning, so I had to get up at 5 to get to the airport. Unfortunately I got woken up by the rainstorm at 4, then spent the next hour worrying that I wasn’t going to wake up if I went to sleep. Sigh.
Continue reading In and out of Bangkok