in for a penny in for a pounding

People will tell you that stress is bad for you and I'm sure it is. But on the plus side, if it means you're in the wide awake club at 05:00am you might as well make the most of the opportunity to head out for a run. It would have been better if my legs hadn't been screaming at me and I'll not tell you I was the epitome of motivation as I pulled on some even-older-than-usual-but-at-least-not-sweat-soaked runners.

I figured I'd treat this morning as a psuedo recovery run and was going to do a local loop that comes in at a smidge under 7km - in fact it is the same path as the end of yesterday's miles. So it was to be a slow run and I decided that, for what might be my first time ever in Australia, I'd wear some long track pants. To complete my overdressing I donned my old long sleeve Helly polypro thermal, a t-shirt and a cap. If it was 1994 I'd have looked cool, but it's all skins and compression tec today.  I looked like a middle aged try-hard who never really got over the eighties.

Fair enough.

The left toe had a bit of a shout at me but nothing like yesterday afternoon, which is good. Legs ached, but I expect that because I don't stretch. We can discuss that later, dear reader. I took it pretty easy and after about a km came to realise why I don't wear thermals and long-pants in these parts. No matter, there was a water stop at about half way and I'd rather be warm when I'm knackered.

Half way turned out to be around 5km because I decided I'd push out to 10k this morning - could struggle for opportunities to run this weekend, so take the miles when you can. It was a pretty dull plod; I passed a couple of dog-walkers and a new-skool cool kid in his skins and VFFs (Vibram Five Fingers.) I think I looked cooler; more retro.

Right, that's it for this morning. Sun is up, sharks should have finished feeding so I'm off to get a coffee and throw my dog in the Harbour.