yo Adrian!

Woke today ever so slightly fuzzy. Outside chance that was due to the mountain of cheesecake and 4 beers I had for dinner last night. AJ had been up a couple of times during the night and seemed in no mood to sleep in beyond 5am, which is no big deal. We got up, went through the morning routine of checking the weather, choosing the appropriate outfit for the conditions - invariably shorts and t-shirt for me, skirt and t-shirt for the little monkey - and loading up to take the dogs out. Think Alex is getting a cold; she certainly was sneezing enough and spraying the back of my head with snot as she hung in the backpack. Lovely way to start the week. Did the handover with Sal, who took the monkey to daycare and I got into the running gear for the start of the last full week of Janathon.

Crawled away from the house this morning, straight to work, and played the leg-ache-lottery. Left and right knees, ankles, shins, thighs...pretty much everything that could ache did ache. I'm getting used to that now. I warm up fairly quickly which seems to get stuff working almost as it should. Mind was wandering this morning. Was feeling somewhat pissed off at the slowness of progress. Not sure where I saw/heard the quote "exercise makes me weak, rest makes me strong." It was on my mind today. Little opportunity to rest this month and I am starting to feel weak.

So, that was on my mind as I got to the top of the bridge steps and started to trudge the 1.5km between the steps. Then I started to wonder if picking the pace up just a bit would change my running style enough to engage muscles in a slightly different way and therefore, maybe, be good for me. I sped up. Then my mind kept on wandering and I started to get shitty with myself about feeling weak. Fuck it. I sped up some more. My body should be used to this by now. Fuck it, I sped up some more. My running felt odd, as if there was a momentary floaty bit between each footfall. Felt good though. I was running with clenched fists and started to get a mental picture of myself belting across the bridge throwing jabs and uppercuts. YEAH BABY, I'm Rocky-fucking-Balboa!

OK, I'm getting a bit carried away. I got across the bridge in 5min 48s, which considering a) I had not set out to do it quickly b) I did not speed up immediately, and c) I am currently knackered, was OK. (It is 32seconds off my best.)

I think I'll take it easy at lunch time though.

Time passes, a little work is done though probably not enough to justify my salary.

Expected top temp - 33 degrees. Current temp - 33 degrees. But humidity is 39%, lower than it has been day or night for weeks. I'm off for a run, foreshore loop.

Back again.

That was a bit like running into a hair dryer set to "damn hot." The sun was out to begin with, which means it was a bit like running into a hair dryer set to "damn hot" while under a heat lamp. That said, after running further and for longer than I did on the way to work I finished feeling far less sweaty. Don't get me wrong, I was still sweating buckets, but far smaller buckets. Could be the humidity, could be the extra daylight between me and the beer. The run itself was fairly uneventful, being one of my standard lunchtime loops. Did a bit of stretching and had a chat with a triathlete who works in the same building. Will probably catch up with some of his mates once I'm over this Janathon thing. They go out regularly and do some interval and fartlek stuff, whereas I am falling into plodding; competent plodding, but plodding nonetheless.

Seven and a half to work, 8.5 at lunch and that's me done for Monday. Totals now stand at 403km of running and 502km when you add the dog walks.

No wonder I'm fucking tired.

One week left.