To finish of New Years Day I went for a run. Somewhat masochistic as the temperature was still hovering around 34degrees. But the humidity was low, and although gasping hot air was not pleasant the run was somewhat easier than I'd expected; not sure how I would have felt if I'd pushed the distance beyond the 11km I ran, or if the temperature hadn't started to drop a little towards the end.
Jump forward to yesterday and another run I managed to negotiate. Sal is close to popping the bub and I now have to be careful not to run too far away or for two long. Yesterday afternoon, when Sal needed a rest, I grabbed a two hour slot in which I completed an 18km run, 5km being the Two Creeks Track from Lindfiled Oval to Roseville bridge, the rest getting to the oval and back from the bridge on road. Very pleasant, if somewhat hilly and sweaty. The 5km bush track is quite easy with only a couple of small climbs. Once it gets to the water it follows the watercourse and is quite pretty. I completed the run (18km) in a little over 100mins and drank only water on the go. I felt quite knackered at the end; I think my water threshold, after which I really should carry sports drink, is about an hour, especially in the heat of the day. I got home to find Sal on the sofa somewhat angry; for a change her anger was directed not at me, but the Pearl Harbor (the movie, not the place.) Sal has a very high tolerance for low quality movies but Pearl Harbor had pushed beyone even her limit.
We'd started the day in Little Manly. Sal and Susan had remained landside while JCJ and I jumped in the water and snorkelled around the left-side headland.The water was warm and a bit green; vis was around 4-5m, but as depth was rarely greater than 5m that was hardly an issue. Where it was deeper I found sand, sand and more sand, so we stayed shallow where we found, as well as fish, a kids bike, a motor bike, a couple of shopping trolleys, the remains of two cars, various other random metal things and a bathtub. Got to love diving in the Harbour. There was also a little too much fishing line and lots of fish. To begin with there were a few bits, but when we got ot the rocks at the point there were schools of jeuvenille mackeral and yellowtail, some small old wives and the odd stingary. Around the point I found an octopus and more bits and then we found a large - very large - schhol of anchovy. There were a couple of what looked like small kingfish eyeing the fry off. There were alos loads of hula fish, jeuvenille puller (that look quite tropical) and a lone, very small stripey. It was fantstic. As well as the fishiness we were treated to kids taking a 20ft drop from a lookout and yachts coming in and out of the bay. The shore line was a vertical rock wall that, if you swam close wnough, had you swimming under low hanging tree branches. The light through the branches hitting oyster-shell-covered rocks in slightly green water put me in mind of National Geographic shows on crocodiles. Silly really, far more chance of coming across a shark.
Around 40mins in we turned and returned to shore, the womanfolk and coffee. Along a vertical and, above water featureless but underwater pretty wall I swam half in and half out of the shadows. The wall cast a 45degree shadow over the kelp in the very shallow water. A lovely effect. All said, I really should go back with a camera. Another interesting part of Sydney discovered.
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