closing thoughts

 It is over, right?

Janathon is a great event and Cathy should once again have praise heaped upon her for bringing us together (big group hug!) even if she is trying to kill us. Again I feel guilty about not reading and commenting on more blogs. That is, after all, a big part of the event. I dipped in and out of a few, left a few comments but should have done more. To each and everyone reading - probabaly about 6 people, one of which will be my brother - if you consider your Janathon congratulatable then consier yuorself congratulated!

I got lucky this year. It's all about motivation and opportunity and this year I was up against Gary, with a new baby (that will rob you of opportunity!) and a cold, and Andrew on a 12month runstreak (there's the greater motivation.) That left me with a free run to the top spot. Opportunity was good to me. I've moved house since June and the direct route to work is 10.5km. Easy to add a bit to that and keep the numbers ticking over. And I had the motivation. I know it isn't a competition...but I wanted to win back-to-back June and Janathons. The total only came into the picture after a couple of weeks.

Gary still pushed me all the way. It was his 2011 total that I was after from mid-Jan. I simply did the maths. If I run 25km a day for the last two weekes will that get me past him? The answer was yes. Just needed the masochism to back up the maths.

I really do not like running the roads of Sydney in January. The trails are great but the roads are a sweaty slog and it is a good job I'm a stubborn sonofabitch. But hey, if I'd had more fun I'd have done fewer miles.

There were not the same emotional highs and lows that I had in the past couple of events. Does that mean I didn't push myself hard enough? Surely not...

Either Gary or someone else will knock out 500miles. A full month of 25km days is 775km, and from there you don't have to add too much to get it over the line. The person to do it will not be me. Sal has already banned me from all future Janathons on account of the knackered, stinking, vacant, gibbering wreck I become. I am holding onto the hope that she will guarantee my non-entry next year by buying me a kayak for Christmas. That said, the most unsubtle of hints I dropped in 2010 and 11 got me nowhere...

I might be around for Juneathon, but my focus will be on The Gold Coast marathon in July, so I'll not do anything silly. Which is a shame, because it is damn near perfect running conditions in June...

Today I got the bus to work. I hated it. The steamed up windows didn't help, but what really didn't help was that I could have done it quicker on foot. In fact at the kids' daycare one of the mums this morning told me I had beaten her to North Sydney yesterday. She'd not been on a bus, she'd been driving.

It took a lot of will power to keep out of the work biscuit barrel this morning. One of the great things about the athons is that I get to eat like a horse.

I love my Asics. I've been through plenty of Nimbus and Cumulus since I started running about 9years ago. But I've been very impressed with the Nike Pegasus that I picked up on new year's day and which I ran about 660km in. They do hum a bit though...

When I walked Rowlf this morning I took a jacket because the temperaturea had dropped that far. Thanks a bunch Sydney summer!

I think that's about it.

Now I need to start spending a bit more quality time with the family.