Stuff the political crap, (these over paid lemmings need to start governing) a week in running parlance is far more important. I find I can go from heady heights to depressing lows in a matter of hours or days. Shame that the climate here in political terms is at an all time low – both sides of the equator.
Michelle being away for 3 days helps the excuse factory but in truth Saturday never happened for any other reason than I couldn’t be bothered. Couldn’t help not running Wed/Thu/Fri as she was away. That doesn’t sound right does it?
Sunday was another two circuits around Princes Park with Cilla, where we talked incessantly at a really easy pace. I’m really enjoying these runs for two reasons – 1 I get to run at a nice easy pace and 2 – I get a voyeuristic view into someone else’s life.
Today I decided that as I’d missed my race pace run last week, a hardish run was called for. Up at 5:00am with the intention of hitting the Princes Park track by 6:00am.
Got to Princes at 5:37am, it was dark and cold – 8C from memory – a few people around, runners and walkers. By 6am it was a hive of activity, running groups of 8-10 have formed, active for life were there with dumb bells and balls. It’s a whole new community.
I even followed Cilla’s Feng Shui of running it clockwise – I think that’s hers and not necessarily mine. Went out like a train and came home like a train and was home by 6:20am
Really pleased with the time and another run with Cilla this Saturday around the same track.