Burracos

We had a laugh at Pilates this evening. The exercises didn’t seem as bad as usual, but it was boiling because the instructor turned off the air con because it was cold from Fight Klub, which is on in the same room immediately before Pilates.

Apparently, I run past my Pilates friends oblivious to their presence. Oops. I must be in the zone. There was one in particular yesterday, when I went for a run with Mr Pandammonium.

My training plan said to do an easy 5–7 mile run, whereas Mr Pandammonium has no idea what his was going to be. My required pace was easy enough, although I was absolutely knackered from all that running on Saturday.

I did seven miles, then he went on to do another five, making a half marathon.

I went to bed early last night, but woke up at silly o’clock this morning, still tired. I had to get up quite early because the washing machine man was coming back today (instead of last week) to fit the new parts he’d ordered.

The old heating element didn’t look as bad as I expected it to. It was coated in limescale, but it wasn’t encrusted. He replaced the disintegrating hose and the door seal as well.

He regaled Mr Pandammonium with the rest of his week, saying he wouldn’t get home till Thursday after us. Blah, blah. Still, it’s nice to have the washing machine fixed. Hopefully, that’ll keep it going a few more years.

For tea, I had what I’m calling burracos: burritos filled with taco fillings. They were tasty with a nice chilli zing.

Still no results from Saturday’s 1000th Bushy parkrun.