weekend washup

Friday started well and ended badly in health terms. I started early with a run to work and then a quarter marathon with three work colleagues who will be taking part in the Sydney Half Marthon in a couple of weeks. It was a gentle 7km to work and then a decent paced 10ish km after that. Good to pick the pace up. So that was nice way to start, and a good justification for the two breakfasts that I followed it up with. The end of the day was a bit more stoopid. Steve was runing home and asked if I'd care to join him. Why not, thought I, and the answer came a couple of km from home when my right shin screamed at me and I walked the rest of the way. Not badly screwed but bad enough to justify ice and no running for the weekend and none again today. Bugger. Thinking about it, I reckon the extra pace on the morning and the no-stretching trip home was more than my leg was about to put up with.

So no running was just the motivation I needed to get my bike's front mec fixed by the guys at Cranks, after I made a complete and utter bollocks of it and ended up simply taking the thing off. The day was not without exercise and I did, of course, take Rowlf for his long walk and swim. On the way back I stopped at the cafe on Bonds corner for a brekkie of porridge and coffee, then had a cuppa with JCJ who stopped by. Rowlf, tied to the post of a post box naged a Houdini act. As I sat tucking into my oat he sauntered past me. What the? I collected him, checked the D-ring of his collar and the bolt snap of the lead and found them all to be in perfect working order. How on earth he managed to free himself is a mystery, but not a surprise.

The remainder of Saturday was a quiet affair; I fell asleep on the sofa and we watched DVDs that night. Well, I fell asleep again.

Which meant I was feeling quite fresh on Sunday morning. The sun was out and the sky was blue, I had a working bike and there were sharks to be swum with. Using different parts of the leg to those used when running I managed a comfortable pedal to Fairy Bower, chained the bike up, pulled on the spearo gear (all apart from spear) and slipped into the water.

And now for the divelog.