knacker yourself day

I've not been running long distances since the marathon, the longest being maybe 9km. Probably because I usually know where I'm going. Yesterday was a bit different. I knew where I was going but not exactlt how I was going to come back, hence a 2okm out and back. It was good though, and I saw a few bits of Sydney I'm not familiar with and gave myself a few options for the future.

The day started with me taking Rowlf for a swim and some breakfast at Bonds Corner - same as most weekends do. When I got home I got my stuff together for a ride to Manly on the single speed. I arrived pretty well at the same time as the rest of the crowd (Sal, in-laws, sis-in-law the thre nephews) who had driven. Was pretty happy with that; 15km and a few nasty hills. Expecting to have to walk at least part of it and did have to walk maybe 50yds in the backstreets of Cremorne when I got lost ad stopped as I emerged midway along a hill I thought I could go down but needed to go up.

...right, science show on tele, I'm off...

Ad break: Got to Manly, it was overcasta nd starting to rain and I didn't fancy the lunch venue, so I said hi and goodbye and headed back home for a round trip of a little under 30km. The road up through Balgowlah had me walking for another 50m, but I made it the rest of the way home, including Parriwi Road, which I thought would beat me. Ads over...

Back again. I knew the neighbours were going to have a party on Saturday night and their parties can be a bit on the large side. All good family stuff, but a little loud. So rather than rest on my laurels with the bike ride, and as Sal arrived home knackered and flopped on the sofa, I decided to have my run.

The game plan was to see how far I could run along the freeway cycle path towards Lane Cove and, equipped with my GPS, to try and find a couple of geocaches on the way back. I looked at a map to get a general idea of how the route back would work out and almost got it right. Almost. I managed to get as far along the bike (and walking) path as I had hoped. I'd not measured the distance and was a little surprised that it was around 8km. I was on for around 16km out and back. I found both of my caches, one in a nice bit of suburban bushalnd the other in a small reserve. Then I meandered home via some rather nasty hills, arriving a couple of hours after I'd left, somewhat knackered and fairly sure I'd sleep alright. And I did.

In other news...I really must start blogging about baby stuff, what with Sal being pregnant and all. But, this is my blog and Sal thinks it is all a bit geeky so maybe I'll keep it strictly personal. It isn't that I've p urposely avoided baby blogs, more that they would take more thought and I tend to blurt here, time being precious nowadays.

I've started to read The Catcher in the Rye. It's famous, I know nothing about it and it was on the bookshelf. I don't remember buying it, but I probably did. So I took it when I walked Rowlf. It is a suitably short piece of fiction for someone who does not read fiction. And the chapters are nice and short, which makes it very easy to read. In fact, I think I'll read a chapter or two now and then go to bed.

G'night.