are we there yet?

Bit of a landmark today as I clocked up the miles I had been intending to do when I first started thinking about Janathon. My original idea was to average 10km a day, finishing the month on 310km. Then, of course, we got underway and I "met" Gary who brings to mind the work of Cyberdyne Systems.

Listen, and understand. That runner is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.

Well, maybe dead is overstating it a little.

Not a great deal to say about today. I pulled up 2km short of 300km yesterday. I forgot what my total was and thought I'd end Tuesday on 288, not 298. So today, without a "fun" run on offer I figured I'd add a bit to a standard, flat 10km trot around the foreshore, take it out to 12 and make it a milestone thing. So that was today. I ran out to Anzac Bridge, around the foreshore and instead of heading over Pyrmont Bridge ran around Darling Harbour, dodging the tourists and summer-holidaying kids as I went. Clocked 10km in a bit under 46mins, which I was fairly pleased with.

Yet again I managed to miss what little rain there was. That's not to say I didn't get soaked; the humidity is still hanging over Sydney and I was glad to have a backup shirt to change into once I'd sweat through the one I put on after my shower. It is really quite unpleasant this keep-sweating-for-30minutes-after-you-shower thing, but it is probably more unpleasant to be around me than to be me. Such are the challenges - for my colleagues - that accompany lunch time trots.

As with many other Janathoners I am all a bit achey now. Nothing too dramatic. At the moment I have a scaley lump under my left little toe that attracts a blister every now and then. On blisters - I pop; don't understand the leave-them-alone mob's mentality. The last thing I want is a blister that causes me to alter what little running style I have and cause me to have knock-on imbalance pull things. That's what can screw your knees. I know, I've been there. So I pop and drain. The top of each little toe has been scraped bare and that is a bit irritating. Second toe on the left foot looks like it may shed a nail, but no pain so I don't care. Knees click a bit, which suggests that something has tightened up somewhere and I know, I know, I know, do some more stretching. Along the inside of my shins and up from the ankles seems a bit tight. But, once I get moving everything seems to fall into place and keeps working. Surprised, pleased, relieved.

In AJ news...she was a bloody nightmare going to bed last night; Sal and I thought maybe she had her cold coming back but I think she was simply skull-busting-tired. In the end she slept on the floor of the lounge, on her new sofa-bed thing, next to me. Slept pretty well too. She woke briefly at around 2 and went straight back to sleep. Then at some other time sort of rolled over the edge of her bed and I ended up with a face full of leg or arse or something. I picked her up and dumped her back where she was and she didn't wake up. In the end she woke at about 5:25, which meant I got to sleep in a bit. Double quick change, loaded into the backpack and out we went with the dogs, same as most days and a great way to start the day.