A Rock and Roll weekend

First blog for a bit and nothing special happening in life at the moment. I nailed the Chester Half Marathon in just over 2 hours a fortnight ago but apart from that nowt much going on. Well I refuse to blog about Liverpool’s Europa Leage defeat and anything to do with the Euro referendum. So this weekend it was the Rock n’ Roll race weekend in Liverpool and after picking up my race packs on Friday as I literally decided last Sunday I was going to enter I had a few ciders on Friday for nutritional value. Well they were mixed fruit and its the only fruit I consume. So Saturday morning and heading into town for the second (My first) Liverpool rock n’roll 5k. I got there in plenty of time and it was a lovely morning for a run. Anyway to spare you the boring tale of the run I nailed it in 24:47 and a personal best after giving it the bifters all the way around. This time is around the same time I used to complete the Liverpool corporate cup many years ago so not bad hitting peak form edging with speed towards the age of 43. Very happy with that I walked off with my 5k medal and another one for the collection.

Liverpool rock n'roll 5k finish

In the evening I had a lovely stroll up from ours in Aigburth to Woolton. On the way I walked past the 20 miles sign for Sundays marathon. Thankfully not one bit of me wished I was running that in the morning. I was out for a few beers with the lads I play Wednesday footy with and watch the European Cup final (Thats its proper name) I had set myself a limit to just 5 bottles and home once the match had finished. First round and Craig the Geordie ordered me a bottle of Corona. The bar maid served me a pint of Coors. This was a sign from the gods that my pre half marathon beer plan might not go as I thought. 4 pints later and I switched to bottles and the match extended into extra time and penalties. Match was over so you have to have one for the road and I fell into ours about 11.30 after a 5 hour session on the booze and much more than the planned 5 bottles. Must of had a few as  read a headline on the BBC website Europe hit my lightning strikes. Yerrrrrssssss I thought this is the start of the revolution for the people. It soon dawned on me it was due to severe weather. Not that I was pissed or anything !

Europe hit by lightning strikes

So Sunday morning and awake just after 7am and I travelled in style once again to the half marathon start line on the 82 bus. Another lovely morning but if anything a bit too nice to be running a half marathon after a session on the ale. Luckily I had a back up plan and I was helping the sister in law run as she had reached 9.5 miles in training. I was going to be her very own Mr Motivator though I had no leotard and headband. I was going to suggest we run as a pantomime horse (Bagsy behind) but for the sake of my marriage and peace with the in-laws I went with the Mr Motivator plan. So with 25 mins to wait until we actually crossed the start line we headed off on our journey and one of Emma’s friends joined us as well. We started of well and things were going good until Emma’s friend needed a toilet stop around 6 miles. Always fatal to stop as I have learned and with her being sick days before the half she never recovered the early form after her pit stop and me and Emma some what feeling guilty edged ahead. With no effect of the grog consumption it was a very easy pace for me and the first time I have enjoyed a race taking in the sights and sounds and chanting to people. Normally I am in my ear phoned cocoon trying to nail some kind of personal best worrying only about times. This was a pleasant change. So Mr Motivator talked Emma through the last bit of the course offering encouragement though Emma was determined not to stop and despite an effort sapping last few miles for her she had a enough for a kick in the home straight. We finished around 2 hours 35 which Emma was made up with and her new personal trainer ( A 17 stone beer monster) had a different and very enjoyable run.

Post race I got my half marathon medal and also a remix medal (For running two events) and an encore medal (for running two years on the run.) Blingtastic and they are already hanging on the wall on The Wingate Arms (My boys room) with my other previous medals and quite a collection. Next up the tunnel 10k in a few weeks. I got the train home and whilst walking home from the station I had to cross the marathon route. As if by chance the 5 hour pacer walked past and again not one bit of me thought I wish I was doing that. Two marathons and out for me and just need to keep up the half marathons to keep in shape (This weeks shape is a sack of spuds) So some well earned Desperados and well done Emma and her mate Jemma who did finish despite the weeks illness. Well done RnR organisers and of course all the people who help with the event. I am still to volunteer for a race bit I will one day and put a small bit back into the running community that has served me well over the last few years. Below is a picture of me and Emma with our free post race beers and the unofficial times have her beating me by 3 seconds. How sly ha ha ha.

Rock n roll half marathon finish 2016

Peace

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A wife, 3 daughters, 5 fish and now 2 dogs. Welcome to Fayland “Zuma” (update)

So after over a week of griding Mrs Fay down she finally made it five votes out of five in the Fay household and said we could have a new dog. We had one lined up from a family member on Mrs Fay’s side and on Sunday we headed off to the other side of the water to pick up our new “Shorkie” which would be added to our current “Morkie” A quick translation for you “Shortie” = Shih Tzu (Whats a shit zoo, a zoo with no animals) and Yorkshire Terrier and “Morkie” = Maltese and Yorkshire Terrier or to anybody who grew up in the 70’s and 80’s before this dog crossing shenanigans a pair of mongrels. We had already decided on the dog we were gonna have and left the household we got the dog from with just the seven dogs left (And I thought I was fucking mad having two dogs) So we headed back to Liverpool via a stop off at Pets At Home were I had to draw the line and refuse to buy the new Shorkie a cap and four dog boots ! On the way home we had decided on a name for our new family member. My suggestion was “Molby” after my fave footballer. “Artoo” was in the mix for a Star Wars related name. I had refused outright “Biscuit” as it would be muggins shouting that name across Sudley Field once the novelty of the new puppy had worn off. We finally agreed on “Zuma” who is a character from the kids programme Paw Patrol.

Zuma from Paw Patrol

So one of the major concerns was how our current dog Benny would react to Zuma. So with no time to waste we put Zuma and Benny together. Now Benny is king of the dogs on Sudley Field. There is not a dog he doesn’t know and he loves playing with any dog. So when Zuma was put down on the floor Benny started wagging his tail expecting a play but Zuma just done nothing. This happens now and again when Benny meets dogs whilst out and Bennys reaction is too bark to try and get a legger from the other dog. Queue barking now. I must be barking to get a second dog. Eventually both mutts I mean darling pets of mine settled down and normal order was resumed. Later on in the evening Zuma was finding some confidence and started to play back with Benny. This just started more barking from Benny and small yapping from Zuma. I had no option and used out to the shops for an emergency 8 cans of Magners and a Twix for comfort. So Sunday night is spent sat having a bevy with one dog upstairs and one downstairs to keep some peace whilst I look at several dog related web sites for the training etc that is ahead of us. Things seemed to have settled down on the dog front and both are lying on Elizabeth Who said “she is so happy she could cry” x x As Mrs Fay says “So today this happened & we appear to have 2 dogs to go with our 3 kids! Before anyone says it, yes we are mad but you know what, we have made 3 children very very happy so who cares!!! X” I agree and life is lived for those moments. Those moments you dot forget like the first time you step on one of your puppies shites ! Its all part of the cunning plan of mine to finally have a majority of “willies” in the house with the score now 4-3 to “narnies” ???? fast forward 10 years and me and my boys will outnumber the crazed wife going through the change (Shut that window, open that window) and three daughters 21,18 and 14. So Zuma is going to sleep in Elizabeths bedroom tonight hopefully in his new bed. When we got Benny he cried the first night and with Mrs Fay having a job interview the next day I took one for team Fay and slept downstairs with him.

First night and as mentioned above we took no chances and Zuma slept well in his bed until about 4am and then ended up snuggling with Elizabeth. Today has been spent clearing shit and piss up and the new wooden floor in the living room can’t come soon enough. It’s been like when we have had a new baby with a constant stream of visitors. I have been like one of those annoying bastards in Facebook and Instagram posting picture of our new found bundle of fluff and below are a few more just for you all to go awwwwwww. So watching the match and both dogs fast asleep. Going to try them both downstairs tonight and hopefully the puppy doesn’t cry too much or in the crate it goes ! Speaking of crates I have four cans of Magners left and the end of the bank holiday weekend after all what man with 1 wife, 3 daughters, five fish and now two dogs doesn’t deserve a bevy?

Zumba The Shorkie

Zumba The Shorkie Puppy

Zumba The Shorkie and Benny The Morkie

So a whole blog on a puppy again. I must be going fucking daft in my old age but I can’t wait to roll out the “dad” joke and annoy the kids when both dogs are in the yard and I can annoyingly sing “Who let the dogs out” Many Thanks to Ian, Sandy and family for our puppy x x

UPDATE 03.05.16

So I put both dogs in their baskets in the hall and both jumped out. Zuma started crying and Benny pacing about before then going on the bottom stair. Zuma cried for the next 10 mins pacing around the hall. Benny had had enough and then jumped into his basket. Zuma still crying followed him and jumped in Benny’s basket and instantly stopped crying. I had only had a few cans but what an emotional tender animal moment. As for me I am booked into the insanity clinic for evaluation on Thursday. I will keep you updated !

Peace

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