eating a boat anchor

Day eleven heralds the arrive of the niggles. Hoping it is just a bit of beatable mental fatigue brought on by too little sleep and...you know the story by now. Last night I was up until 11pm working, and although Sal went on "Harrie nightshift" I still had a fairly ordinary quantity and quality of sleep. Add to that the 3 beers I had with my brother on his last night in Australia for a while. I guess I need to HTFU.

The niggles are really rather minor, and in no particular order are:

• Right little toe, rubbed a bit on the top. Big deal.
• Left little toe pad. The planter wart has scaled up a bit and is starting to press. Ignorable once I get going, but a blister danger. I've altered my gait to accommodate a blister in the past and that led to all sorts of strife. One to watch.
• Right knee a bit tight and clicky. I'm generally tightened up and the knee is where this presents most obviously back pulls hips pulls OTB pulls knee. If I don't get silly It'll be OK. Early night tonight, feet up, relax. I hope.
• Sneezing a bit - a cold on the way? I'm hoping it's mild hayfever because the wind has changed and blown stuff in. The continued exercise is bound to supress my immune system a bit and I'm probably vulnerable to bugs. But on the plus side, it is summer and I am not using public transport, so again, I should be OK.

Look, I'm struggling for stuff to write, sorry for the mundane stuff. I ran to work today. Let's hope something more interesting - but not too interesting – happens on the way home. With that, I'm off to run home.


Today Gary put some great advice on hydration in his blog. In that same spirit I would like to add some words on nutrition. If you're going to run home from work in the afternoon you should avoid having a foot long tuna sub at lunchtime. OK, so this advice is not quite in the same league as Gary's, but hey, I'm trying.


I felt as if I'd eaten a boat anchor as I trudged home. It seemed to be leeching from my stomach into my legs and they felt as if they were slowly turning to lead. I was farting like a trooper, and as I became more fixated on just how bloated and bleugh I was feeling I started to feel physically sick. But hey, it did take my mind off all the other niggles, so that's a good thing. By 8km I was still farting but feeling somewhat more human and I was a little surprised to find that my total running time for the day was 2:03, splitting Monday's 2:04 and yesterday's 2:02.

The things of note on the way home - damn windy. I was fortunate to find myself sheltered most of the way but when I was not sheltered I was being blown all over the place. Proper windy. And at the Spit I stopped to take a picture of two of the resident pelicans. That's how I roll.


Another ones bites the dust. A little over 23km and a little over 2hrs, just to mix things up not at all.


Tomorrow, for a change, I'll try and lighten things up a bit in the blog. Really, I will try.