leaving the ton

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If you don't fancy reading a bit of a moan then maybe look in again tomorrow...It was probably a mistake to take a look at a website that tells you the temperature equivalent for humid conditions. Turns out that at 05:50 it was a shade under 30 degrees (21 degrees and 96% humidity) and when I left for today's trot it was a shade over 30 (23 and 86.) I'd slept on the floor in the lounge, where we have a small aircon unit, and woke up feeling pretty clammy still. On the plus side, Alex had slept through until about 4:30, so for the first time in a couple of weeks I did get an unbroken sleep. Left foot had a weird ache. Psychosomatic, I assured myself.

Plan A was a run I've wanted to do for ages and have yet to get around to, running from Sydney Harbour's south to north head. I really must find out how far apart they are across the heads. On foot it is about 32k. Enough of that, I needed a Plan B as the prospect the distance of Plan A while feeling bleugh was intimidating enough, let alone the climb at then end, to north head, and to finish a long way from a bus stop didn't seem smart. Plan B was almost "bollocks to it" but I decided to man-up and head out on one of my stock long(ish) runs, a 25km loop that takes me over 6 of Sydney's bridges - the Harbour Bridge, Pyrmont, Anzac, Iron Cove, Gladeseville and that others I don't know the names of. Although a bit hilly the start is more descent than ascent, and being a loop I'd end up at home, not on top of a bloody cliff miles from home.

The run starts along a local bike path and at a little under 3k I stopped and seriously considered diverting to a 6km loop home, I was sweating like a racehorse and felt very ordinary. Jenks and LocalAdventures were streets ahead of me, so all thoughts of finishing on top of the ladder were long gone. Then I got a grip and carried on. The run was as I'd expected, tough. The threat of showers was only a threat, which pissed me off a bit as I'd have liked a soaking in something other than sweat.

On top of the Gladeseville Bridge I stopped to take brief advantage of the coolest breeze in Sydney and then headed on. I must have felt a little better for a while as I did entertain the thought of clocking up my ton. The feeling passed and I still have yet to join the 100mile club; that is for tomorrow. It was a bit stop start in the late stages. I stopped to pat a dog and chat with he owners a couple of times, loitered at red lights and so on. As soon as I hit 25k I stopped, the last couple of hundred metres seeming to take f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Again, I felt pretty much Ok as soon as I stopped - but no better than OK. Slept a couple of hours on the floor in the early afternoon while Sal and AJ were out, but still feel clammy and bleugh.

Right now it is 25 degrees and 75% humidity. That feels like 32 degrees. We really do need a southerly change to blow through Sydney...

Thought of the day. This morning when I first checked the weather I decided the dogs could go without a walk. Yep, I'd not walk my dog in that weather. I'll go for a run instead. I must be off my fucking rocker. Anyway, next three days should be light, what with Sal in Brisbane and me on sole-aparent duty. No real option but run to the office from daycare. I read somewhere that leaving a 2yr old at home by herself with a couple of dogs was bad parenting. Who'dve thought?