I suppose it had to happen

At last a run that I am not happy with. OK, if I think a little more rationally - which I will - it was still a decent effort. However, I was hoping to dip under 40mins for today's 10km MiniMos and came in at 40:52. So the numbers piss me of. However, it is a tough, hilly course and the wind was howling, so it was not going to be the best it could be. Still, I'd like to see my finish-time start with a 3 for the 10km.

I briefly met Simmo before the race. Simmo is a trithlete and the 10km is about the longest run he does, wheres it is the shortest I typically do. So I'm not surprised I came in ahead of him by a few minutes because he would, I am sure, hammer me on the bike and in the water. We had a quick hello and I headed off to stay warm as the southerlies were a bit chilly and I was in my running gear with 25mins before the gun. I saw Simmo again as he came home, but I was skulking off to my car as he was finishing, in no mood to have much of a chat. And besides, Sal could need the car, so I gave her a quick call.

I managed to wake Sal and she made no sense as she mumbled something at me. Well, she made a little sense, and that little was 'I am going to stay in bed, seeya later.' So I decided to see if I could find some more geocaches. Yesterday I managed to find two; one in the morning and one in th afternoon. Rumpole was booked in to be groomed (not in the internet sense) and there is one in a park that is within easy walking distance of the vet. So I went and grabbed that one with Rowlf after dropping Rumpole off. Then, after cutting the lawns in a brief period of dryness, I took Rowlf for a seond walk and a second find. On that walk I also failed to find a third. It's called 'still the one' and is a renowned bastard to find.

In fact yesterday Rowlf had a lot of walking. A lot. All up we must have walked about 15km, though not in one whack. At one point we stopped for breakfast and met Sal who had gone and bought some new toys for the boys. One of the toys was the 'Everlasting Treat Ball.' This toy, the shop assistant had assured Sal, was keeping her lab and staffie occupied after days. Days! after around one minute Rowlf had removed the treat from it's everlasting carrier. I replaced it. He got it out again. I replaced it, this time upside down, apparently trickier. Apparently not. After fifteen minutes the treat was gone. Beating Rowlf is the gold standard in chew toys. Few manage it. So he had a big day, but that was yesterday. Back to today.

I thought I'd saved the GPS co-ordinates of one particular cache but hadn't so I am not surprised I did not find that one. But I had saved the numbers for two others and managed to nail them both, the first one remarkably quickly. Both are in Cremorne, or thereabouts, in green areas in otherwise built up areas. Very nice. Sal called just before I found the second one, and it was time to head back home. She needed the car to get to the shops in order to buy replacement bras;replacements for the ones my dog has destroyed. Not funny. Well, maybe a bit funny.