oh ffs this is just silly

Well that was precisely what the doctor didn't order! I was up until after 01:30 this morning working. Deep joy. So as I staggered off to bed I was working out what time I might haul my carcass into the office after having a bit of a lay-in. I slept until around 4:45am when Harrie decided she was thirsty and started to scream the house down, waking her big sister in the process. I think I drifted off again for a little while but I was up at stupid o clock after having nowhere near enough sleep. On the plus side, at least I didn't have a 14km run ahead of me. Oh hang on, silly me, that is precisely what I had. FUCK IT. Rowlf had to forgo his morning walk; the two bones I gave him for breakfast seemed to be a sufficient bribe and he hardly paused his gnawing as I went out of the back gate.

Last night Sal had cooked a macaroni-stroke-cauliflower cheese that she didn't like. So I had gutsed two big bowls. And, as I had been awake until daft in the morning I'd poured a litre or so of water down my neck (on top of the two pilsner and a rum.) In theory I was better fuelled than usual. That certainly seemed to be the case; at 10:55 this morning I had a piss! This is quite exciting. Ten fifty five is about an hour earlier than my first post-run-piss on any of the first 4 days of this working week. Runners notice this sort of thing. It had seemed a little cooler on the way in today - the weather, niot my piss - so maybe I'd not lost the usual 2 stone in sweat.

What little sleep I did have last night was with my feet up on a pillow in order to try and soothe the achiness that is infecting my right leg. Not a huge amount of success, but enough. Maybe I shoudl do some stretching...nah. So, I hit the road a little after 7am and got to the office around an hour and a quarter later. I went straight along the Hungry Mile today and not along the Barangaroo waterfront, so it was 13.5km. I didn't feel like too much of a slacker.

There is a curious thing that happens when the running gets tough. My enjoyment drops, and drops, and drops...and then what I am doing seems so ridiculous that I start to get a bit of a kick out of it again. So today, hobbling along Military Rod, sweat-drenched and stinking, I was grinning like a jackass.

So fuck you Janathon, if I need to dig deeper I'll get a bigger shovel. I'm not giving up now.

...post to be continued when I get home...and have a beer...

I have a beer and I do believe I earned it. That was the first run that I genuinely think I should not have done. It was a bit ouchy.

My right leg felt tight all day. I left work - half asleep - at a little after 3pm. Hottest part of the day. I was s-l-o-w already when I passed this sign on the bridge. Any slower, I thought, and I'd be stationary. The masochistic-mojo-bounce of the morning had passed.

I got through the run but wa alost convinced that i should have skipped this one. not skipped home, just got on the bus and to hell with it. My right leg had aches all over the place and felt very weak. Bad, but I consoled myself that the general weakness meant there was nothing specific wrong and it was just all manner of muscles and tendons and stuff trying to work together to keep it moving. A bit of rest and it'll be OK.

Ah, bugger.

New low form RFO as tonight it failed to load the details of my run in the time it took me to go and and have dinner with Sal and the kids! It was still trying when we got back. So here are the details; click through for the map on GarminConnect. Or don't, you know the route as well as I do by now.

And now for the dreaded weekend, with Gary less than 100miles away and letting on that his next race is a 100miler. Double bugger!

Despite that, I think I'll sleep OK tonight.