sunday

Sal and I both felt rather dusty as we got up, packed and headed back north into Milton for breakfast at a veggie cafe that we'd heard was good and was. Is. When we left brekkie it was pissing down. On the way home we popped in to see DJ, wife Jo plus 2 lil people t their latest building site. It should be finished soon, freeing them up to move to another perfectly nice house they can rip the guts out of. We didn't stay for long which left me feeling bad (don't worry, I'll get over it) because I spend nowhere near enough time with or speaking to DJ...out of order, as I was best man at his wedding...I really must make more of an effort to save him from the endless toil of his work and living on building sites.

But anyway, we sodded off early, returning home to walk the dogs and then I went for a run as Sal chilled.


The run turned out to one of my more enjoyable ones. I headed to the City to do half of the half marathon I am doing next month. On the bridge I was caught up by a former tri-athlete called Derek. He graciously did not push me over the bridge - gracious and recovering from achilles tendinitis. He was going to run just the bridge and back but kept me company throughout my loop an back to North Sydney. We chatted the whole way and pushed each other a little. He's a 4:02 Six Footer from a years back so a better runner than me, but on the day we were level. I was great to be running with company for a change, and he had some great stories.



On the way back the heavens opened. There was torrential rain, fork lightening - maybe a little off putting running across so much metal in an electric storm - and crashing thunder. Very impressive indeed, and we found ourselves ankle deep in water the drains had no chance of draining away. By the time I got home I was soaked to the skin and had covered a little over 2km in a little over a couple of hours. Not a bad end to not a bad weekend.