Just couldn't squeeze any Maths in today as Kevin and I attempted our first bike-run transition. The bike went well and even the hills felt a little better although we almost got run over going the wrong way up a one way street (why would the driver look our way turning into the street!!). Things changed when we got off the bike. My legs felt like heavy heavy puddings. We still managed sub 7:30s but very funny sensation.
Mrs N and I took Debbie out to Tomatillo to celebrate her birthday. A cold beer, enchilada and hot sun later I was having a little afternoon nap. Very underrated these days but heavenly.
Wandered innocently up to Hillside to watch Ellen's debut for the varsity softball team. Oh my! The coach and captain gave little speeches about Ellen and how great she's been on the team. She blubbed, I blubbed, Philippa blubbed. I can feel myself welling up again now. If that's a sign of things to come it's going to be red eyes all the way to June 30th. She went on to get a hit, a run and a walk. My baby bear.
Tonight was the Safety Council meeting where some nutter proposed taking down the chain on Fairlane during the school run. She dressed it up as being about safety but her agenda was a quicker drive to work and back. Lazy b*tch. She didn't have a hope as she was vastly outnumbered by the militant residents of South Drive. Her husband's name is Randy Paradise. That has to be a porn star's name, surely.
Finished off with some darts at the Tarricones. I just cannot lose at the moment and Mr Tarricone is not happy about it. Serves him right for buying me that copy of Zen Darts.