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Back to Palo Alto
The flight to San Francisco only took 14 hours (I guess prevailing winds are a wonderful thing) and I was through Customs and picking up my bag before 9am. It was touch and go for a bit; they have automated machines at SFO to collect your information before you hand your passport to a person […]
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167 hours to go
I got up at six and went straight to the airport, sneaking out without a shower to avoid waking anyone up. The ride to the airport was in an electric car, near silently swooshing past darkened housing blocks all the way to Changi Terminal 2, which seems to be a madhouse on Sunday mornings. Crowds […]
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Here and there and back again
My wife came in at 3 this morning and woke me up, so when my alarm went off at 6:30, I blinked and it was already 7. Panic stricken, I rushed around the house getting ready to go to the Parkrun. (Protip: it’s much better to go to the toilet then put on a pair […]
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Quiet night in
Friday was pizza night, but whether it was an act of rebellion or manic exhaustion, La Serpiente managed to eat about half a slice of pizza and two pieces of watermelon, then pee all over her chair. I had been distracted by the sight of Destroyer getting hold of our enormous kitchen knife, which she […]
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Swimming Lesson #2
I went back to Swish for my second lesson. After the first one, my neck had been sore from pulling my head out of the water to breathe, and I was utterly exhausted. Similar today.
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Quick Strength For Runners
At the library this weekend, I borrowed Quick Strength For Runners, which promises a better runner’s body in 8 weeks. It’s a nice big square book with lots of colour photos, and less than 200 pages, and it doesn’t muck about.
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Chopsticks, a whole lot of yelling, and bed rest
La Serpiente greeted me at the door this evening, brandishing a pair of chopsticks that she’s learning to use. She had both a swimming lesson and a music lesson today, so by 6:30 she was brutally tired and manic, alternating bouts of weepiness with demands that we sat with her and read her a book […]
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Holding the babies
This morning I felt predictably dreadful, after drinking as much as I could last night and then sleeping on the floor next to Destroyer. (Neither she nor her sister woke up, so they were fresh and ready at 7 am to start yelling at us for entertainment.) I drank tea, I drank coffee, we took […]
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Short drunken burst of speed
Apparently staying up half the night eating tacos and quaffing beer isn’t a great preparation for running a 5k. Who knew? I struggled to ride to the Parkrun this morning, went out too fast and then fell to bits on the rest of the run (well, I still overtook some people, so others did worse […]
