Fake Tsunamis? What the?

Fake Tsunamis?
Originally uploaded by Auswomble

As each week progresses more of my skanky running kit finds its way out of the house. The wife tolerates my clean kit, but as it gets used it is exiled to the washing line, hung on the bike-cage at work, slung across the wall of our porch and anywhere else out of smelling range. Which is fair enough. Sal's nose seems to especially sensitive while she is pregnant. I have plenty of running kit of various vintages and at the weekend I do the "skank-wash" where my running gear, anything AJ has shit in, and the dog towels are allowed in the same wash load. When running to work or at lunchtime I will rinse my kit in the shower. At home it rarely makes it into the house-proper. So this morning I grabbed a shirt and socks from the washing line where they'd been hanging for a few days. There was a downpour a couple of nights ago so I figured the kit would be cleanish so I could recycle it.

I was not expecting the spider that had taken up residence in my shirt. by local standards he was not especially large, but still a good size and I am glad I checked before stuffing the shirt in my bag or putting it on. Could have had a nasty shock later in the day. I like spiders, think theiy're fascinating. But they do scare the shit out of me. Living in London that was all a bit soft, but living in Sydney I feel far more comfortable with my now completly rational fear of spiders. I helped him on his way, shoved the shirt in a bag and headed to work, taking a slightly different and slightly longer route than usual. Lower legs grumbled briefly, but were fine by the end of the road, already warmed from the daily load-bearing dog walk.

I decided that today I would cut across the golf course that sits between Neutral Bay and Cammeray and then head down Ben Boyd Road before heading up to the bridge. Not a massive diversion, but I've not run down Ben Boyd for bloody ages so it was something newish to keep me interested. Stopping to cross Military Road I had enough time to click this picture. Not sure what the "Fake Tsunamis" bit is about and what it has to do with treasury money. If you're trying to make a point by writing on a tree you'll find an audience that already think you're a twat; in this case the words help confirm that. Maybe this is the work of the same person who writes "cancer is from dog's" on the walls near where I live. That is their possessive apostrophe, not mine. Dog's toys? Dog's tails? Dog's fleas? No idea, but I've got two dogs so I'm double fucked. Oh, hang on, actually I think I'll be OK because the authour is a twat.

Remember in the old days when I wrote about running? On that, I did a slightly faster bridge today. A little after half way I saw a guy in the distance who I figured I'd be able to beat to the steps, and I did. Smart brain was telling me "take it easy, days left to go and no point riskng the knees with any unnecessary pacey stuff" and the (winning) dumb brain said "go on, have a go!" Not a very different nor an especially interesting run this morning, but it was 8km and that means I can keep up the averages with 8km at lunch.

About 8.5km actually. A clear, warm day in the City. Took it fairly easy, a stock-run...er...well that's about it really. Mostly because I'm off home now, which seems far more attractive than staying at work banging on about how much my legs hurt.

One last thing. Forgot to put the insoles back in my damp trainers at lunch time. After about a km I was wondering if I'd had a dramatic weight loss...in just my feet. Anyway, finished the trot before confirming my suspicions. No drama running in slightly modified shoes. So for today I shall conclude that all the stuff about matching the shoe to the foot blah blah blah is nonsense. Might change my mind tomorrow morning.