ADAMSKI

Having done the same loop twice today, once clockwise, once widershins, I was thinking of using either Let's Go Round Again by The Average White Band or Dizzy by Vic Reeves and The Wonderstuff. At some point in the month I'll probably use them, but for today it's this, from Adamski. 

I felt pretty ropey this morning. Three 500ml bottles of Four Pines craft beer, for all their carbohydrate goodness, were probably not the best preparation for a morning run. Tasty though. I walked Rowlf under a magnificent sunrise and got home to find the girls watching tele and mum still in bed. With their day not really started I took the opportunity to do my stock beach loop. I overhead a father ask his kid if he'd seen the seal, but didn't think much of it, as I ran past. A seal has taken up residence on the Opera House landing-steps and has been there for almost a year, on and off. Maybe that is what he walk talking about. I jogged on, not getting into anything like my rhythm until about 10km. Of my 11.5km run. Some days are just like that.

Which is not really enough to justify the Adamski video. However. This afternoon I did the same run in reverse. The legs and feet gave me no grief and after a nana-nap I felt OK. I ran through dusk and it was lovely. There were people lined up on the wall behind the harbour-side beaches looking out to where the sun had set. I stopped when I saw a guy washing his scuba gear. He had twin tanks, which are a bit of an overkill, so I asked where he had been. He'd done a shore-dive and had finned around form Fairlight, which is a fair distance and probably does justify two tanks. He and his buddy had chosen to do this dive because of the seal that had been in the area. They didn't find it, but I did manage to shoe-horn that video into this blog. So there.

That's it for running stuff.

The rest of the day was like any given Sunday, despite it being Monday. Queen's Birthday public holiday for us in New South Wales. Odd, but I'll take it. I took the girls for a swim, where they met up with a couple of friends from daycare and used their father, Simon, as a climbing frame; easy parenting for me, not so much for him; should have offered to help, didn't. My time came when he took one of his lads to the loo.  Then it was lunch then aforementioned nan-nap, which must have been nearly two hours. I woke up just as Sal was leaving to take AJ to soccer practice. As they were pulling out of the driveway H stumbled into the room so we headed out too so we could watch AJ play. Only AJ wasn't at soccer practice. She had a small cut on her toe so didn't stay. H and I hung around, and fate caught up with me for cutting Simon loose in the morning. H and one of her friends used me as a climbing frame and took it in turns to cover me my head with coats and jump on me. Half expected to end up on Diego Garcia with a spotlight in my face and the CIA interrogating me. Didn't happen though.

And that was the day.

One last thing (Colombo style.) Yesterday Sal threw out half a loaf of bread which was past its best. I retrieved it fro the bin and made my first bread pudding. I used this recipe and it worked a treat. Tastes a lot like my childhood, like the bread pudding my mum, dad and nan would make. Got to like that.

And I think that's 164km for the month.