make mine a half

I don't think I could have prepared myself any worse for today's run. Sal had insisted I go to Kylie and Pau's for dinner and stay the night with the rest of my family. For a change. So I dutifully complied. Which was nice. Actually it was. Great food and great conversation. But I, naturally, had a beer with Paul. And then another one. And then a load of barbecued food (which was not a bad thing. Decent food - win. Body could probably do with the protein.) And then I had some wine and then a baileys (because I am comfortable with my sexuality.) So that wasn't too smart.

The kids - Alex and Harry plus Paul and Kylie's lass Grace - all had snotty noses. So I had some booze and threw some snot at my muted immune system. On the plus side the kids, sleeping on the floor either side of our bed, slept really well. Harry snorts a bit, and AJ woke up with a start at about midnight then fell straight back to sleep again, but they both pretty much slept right through. But for reasons that escape me there was a night light in the bedroom, sitting about a foot from my face. And it flashed. Like a miniature lighthouse. I woke up at about 2.30 feeling ropey went to the loo and had a glass of water and then slept only sporadically for the rest of the night. What the hell is that light all about? Didn't seem to rouse the ladies though. Oh, and I'd not patched my foot up. So all in all...well, it was a bit silly.


But wait, there's more. Sal was feeling rundown so I was on AJ duty this morning. I got her up and we headed out to the beach for breakfast. It was a stunning morning and I love spending time with my little lady so this is all good. But it did mean no morning run. And I was taking stuff to lockup storage in the early afternoon...so I'd have to knock all my miles out in one go. Later in the day. And then I'd have to run to work on Monday morning with limited rest time. Bugger.

blah blah blah blah. Cut to the chase. I knocked out a somewhat dull half in almost dead on 2hrs. So it was a slow slog. I popped into Gore Hill Cemetery on the way to try and write HELP with my GPS, which was the highpoint. It sort of worked. Not a fun run, but hey, suck it up ad take the punishment. No more Sundays in June. Probably the final single-run-total of the month.

Large pizza and coke to refuel. While sitting on the floor. Because I've taken my chair to lockup storage. bugger.