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blamebrampton) wrote2012-12-27 12:17 am
blamebrampton) wrote2012-12-27 12:17 am
Boxing Day in the park
In a Boxing Day tradition, we slept in, then watched a video. Instead of the traditional Lord of the Rings, we watched a doco I had recorded called The Truth About Exercise, which was all about the profoundly positive impact exercise has on your body.
After it, Mr B (as I had predicted) said 'We should go for a bike ride!' Which was a terrific idea, because my spin class wasn't on and my legs were all twitchy. I took the Lady Bike out, which was her first outing in months, and because she is a beautiful giant beast of a thing, especially compared to my normal nimble mountain bike, I spent most of the ride a little way behind Mr B.
Which meant I was in the perfect position to see the funniest moment of the week. We rode up towards the playground in Sydney Park, and there was a group of people off to one side with their dogs playing. One of them was a small fluffy tan puppy, who was running at a great rate of knots downhill towards the path, down which Mr B was riding.
I was about to ring my bell and shout, when they saw each other and both hit the brakes. On Mr B's part, this was a boring action.
On the puppy's part, this consisted of sitting back onto its bottom and sliding down the slope, frantically backpedalling with its front paws in the time-honoured manner of a cartoon puppy or kitten.
Both stopped in good order and disaster was avoided, and the puppy was showered with love and approval. Also, I did not fall of my bike laughing, which was a near thing!
After it, Mr B (as I had predicted) said 'We should go for a bike ride!' Which was a terrific idea, because my spin class wasn't on and my legs were all twitchy. I took the Lady Bike out, which was her first outing in months, and because she is a beautiful giant beast of a thing, especially compared to my normal nimble mountain bike, I spent most of the ride a little way behind Mr B.
Which meant I was in the perfect position to see the funniest moment of the week. We rode up towards the playground in Sydney Park, and there was a group of people off to one side with their dogs playing. One of them was a small fluffy tan puppy, who was running at a great rate of knots downhill towards the path, down which Mr B was riding.
I was about to ring my bell and shout, when they saw each other and both hit the brakes. On Mr B's part, this was a boring action.
On the puppy's part, this consisted of sitting back onto its bottom and sliding down the slope, frantically backpedalling with its front paws in the time-honoured manner of a cartoon puppy or kitten.
Both stopped in good order and disaster was avoided, and the puppy was showered with love and approval. Also, I did not fall of my bike laughing, which was a near thing!
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