The buggy has been parked up since January while I wrestled the demons of work, weight, mood and state of mind, went to New Zealand and visited the Mother, took to the pool in an ill planned attempt to lose weight, and even managed to get through another winter.
Sitting in the garage, disassembled, getting dusty. Bearings attempting to rust, spiders breeding in the wheel spokes.
The weekend, and we're on our own - child less. The Father gets to keep them every second weekend.
Sunday arrives, gusty winds, dark clouds, all the requirements for spending a day inside - except that the buggy has been parked up for way too long - every day another reason not to toss it in the car and find a good wind, every weekend managing to find other things to do.
Not this weekend.
Decide not to head for the bay. Better to inspect a few of the bigger parks I had earmarked worth looking at as a local buggy site.
The best park, the one that looked the biggest from the car, suddenly diminishes in size once the buggy is out and the Ngen is up in a blustery, tree effected wind.
Typical Ngen, even at only 3.5m, still too much lift to be safe in a big wind, dragging me and buggy sideways down the park, me trying to get some control, trying to avoid the goal posts placed at both ends, intense pressure on the old legs making my knees bellow with pain.
Downsized to the Buster, but it was just too small, managed a few quick passes on the big gusts, swapping back to the Ngen and getting lifted out of the seat. Not the day to have an enjoyable “cruise”, too far away from the sea to get good clean wind.
No matter what it was still time to get the buggy out, even if I was making new records with self control by leaving it parked up. Such is the life of an obsessive.
A good day. A historic day. The return of the buggy.
Swimming this morning finds all the pulled muscles from it. Aching legs, sore to touch. Arms the same. Feel like they have been pulled out of my shoulders. Even my fingers are sore. The result, I imagine, of a death grip on the handles.
Finally find something the swimming is good for - recuperation from buggy days - leave the pool a bit lighter in the muscles is good.
The buggy is back on the menu.