dialysis

Sunday is long run day and therefore I went to bed early on Saturday after a pasta dinner. Needn't have bothered; neighbours had the music cranked and were blasting a 2-stroke motor bike up and down the street at after 11pm. We'll let this one go as sal has met the neighbiurs and they are very nice, and this was the kids. But next time...Stressed stupid I moved to the second bedroom on the other side of the house and fell asleep. To be awoken at 4:30am by Rumpole barking and howling his displesure at having spent his first night outside. At just before 6 we got up and started training puppy in sit and stay and only-in-the-house-when-invited. He was somewhat pissed off with me when I finally headed out at 07:15.

It was an early start as we were expecting - and got - mid-30s and sunshine today. I wanted to finish at Mara's place in Randwick by around 9:30 so we could drive back for breakfast. Adam, Munchin and Maddie, my god daughter, were coming over too. And that worked out pretty well spot on. But damn it was hot. I ran from home to North Sydney and over the bridge, around the Opera House and Domain, along Hyde Park to Oxford Street, along Flinders to The edge of Centennial Park, into which I went through the Randwick gate and exitted after my send arrival at Queens Park gate, 2:02 later. Happy.

Having not taken a change of clothes I had to borrow from Mara. I discovered that size 16 shorts cannot be made to stay up on me but 14 can, if you tie them tight. So I cross dressed home with Mara to find Adam part way through finishing the edges of the lawns with his whipper snipper. Good man. by thi time it was bastard hot so tools were downed, breakfast was had and relaxation time was started. As was cricket. Some more whip was snipped, a ball was retrieved from the roof with my-new-Adam's-old ladder, our bathroom drain was unblocked and that was about it. Very Sunday-afternoon-in-the-burbs.

I took a piss at 4:06pm. I'd been pouring water down all day, had apple juice at home, stopped at many of Sydney's water fountains and had a Powerade on the run but still did not take a piss between 7 and 4. Told you it was hot today.

And 2hours puts me in nipple-chaffing territory. And I need to make a slight retraction. Of something I've not blogged. I have previously had a go at English runners for their failure to make eye contact with other runners. Well, me. Thought it was an English thing, but no. Australians, while not as bad, are oft eye-averse. I blame a lot of it on iPods. Great in their place, but there place is not necessarily on the arm of every jogger. Interact! Nod your head, raise a hand, share a second of your day with another human. Or study the footpath, your choice.

NEWSFLASH! Rumpole has just shit on the floor. Mental note...do not close the back door to keep the aircon working well if you have a puppy in the house. Especially when you know that sniffing the floor and wandering in ever decreasing circles means I need a dump, open the door and stop watching the tele.