Sundays begin on Saturday evenings these days.
The race bike comes down from its bed of blankets in the loft and is loaded with snickers bars and sports gels ready for a 6am start on Sunday morning.
With just four weeks until his ironman race, G is at absolute peak fitness and spends his Sundays out on a 6 or 7 hour bike ride followed immediately by an hour's run. I am in awe that anyone can do this amount of exercise and still vaguely function at the end of it.
He comes back with odd tan marks (from cycling gloves paired with a sleeveless tri-suit), and sits contentedly in the garden, soaking up the evening sunshine and telling me how fast he cycled (very fast).
We're missing him while he's doing all this training, but so proud of him for all his hard work and dedication. Only four weeks left.