splitting

More split training today, something I'm not chuffed about, but if needs to be 2 runs then 2 it is. First the poor-me bit. Right leg all aches again today. Poor me.

First run of the day was out to Anzac Bridge and back, stock stuff. Nice and warm at lunchtime and, unusual for me in Sydney, I tried to run IN the sun instead of hugging the shade. Blue sky day. Lovely day (Bill Withers anyone?) Over Pyrmont Bridge there was a mobile blood donation van. I stopped the Garmin and had a bit of a natter with the crew. No change in the rules and my blood is still filthy mad cow juice, unwanted here in Australia. I asked if they could take some, label it and save it for me in case I get hit by a bus or a shark. I ran on without leaving any blood or getting my cuppa and biscuit. It was, of course, all in jest. This month would not be the best of months to give blood. So from there I ran out to Anzac Bridge and then back. Half way for the day.

I was idly wondering about how my body is working at the moment. I wonder what my body fat percentage is? I'm not ultra-lithe but I've not got a lot of fat on my bones. Mind you, I'm not doing any extra long runs, the 3-4hr treks that start to eat into you. Without really having a clue what I'm talking about, I reckon I am drawing mainly on blood and liver glucose this month. My diet is not great, but I suspect I'm getting enough sugary calories in to keep the blood topped up just enough for a couple of hours of trundling per day. I really should get someone to give me once over at the end of the month and see what sort of shape I end up in. Actually, maybe I shouldn't. I should just put my feet up.

Would you look at the time. Start packing up for the day and get ready for the second half.

First a product review. Apart from looks and lightweightness the Inov-8 Race Pro 18 backpack is shit all over by pretty much any Camelbak. I am persevering, but honestly, I'd rather run holding on of Sal's handbags; no, fuckit, I'd rather take a Tesco carrier bag. As a general walkabout pack it is fine. I like the concept, but the execution is woeful. Come on Inov-8, sort it out.

I pulled on my Inov-8 backpack, head to the end point of my earlier run and started along the hungry mile and towards the Harbour. A bit more poor me. That's enough. Felt OK, all things considered. In fact to begin with I felt a bit too warm, but as the run went on and the temp dropped I was glad of the Helly polypro. I was looking for about 3km around the City and then about 7km home to get my numbers up, so it was a run under the Bridge (Red Hot Chili Peppers anyone?) and then over to the Opera House, over the Cahill and back up the hill home. And that was pretty much it. North Sydney was a bit of an obstacle course of suits more interested in studying their phones than looking where they were walking and by the time I arrived home I was a bit cold.


I quickly downed the left overs of last night's curry. Hoping that does not the have the same impact as last night's curry had on the run home. Spent a good few hundred metres farting bhaji farts with every footfall. Luckily I was not running behind me.

Right, now for a night alone in my paint fumes. Suck of the day; not seen the family and heard only about  4 words from AJ. Ah well, will be worth it once we're in the new house.

Oooo, we're 2/3rds of the way through June.