tears of a clown

Clowns copyright their face by painting a copy on an egg. True story. That has nothing to do with anything here, but my brother told me and I'm telling you and it is interesting.

Another groggy morning, up at a bit after 5am then the standard coffee-heart-starter and dog walk. I drop the kids off to before school care and daycare each Friday which adds 500m to my journey to work. I really struggled today. Over-dressed in the Helly polypro and singlet combo I was sweating like a racehorse from the get-go. Legs were heavy, the backpack seemed heavy; everything felt heavy. It was a proper plod today and I was glad to get it out of the way.

I'd hardly got through my first meeting and first Lemsip when my phone rang. Daycare had called Sal who was now calling me. H had spewed 4 times and I needed to go and collect her. Sal was in a workshop with 40 people, so I was "it." Fair enough. I figured the run would not be much slower than the bus, especially outside of peak hour when bus services to the Northern Beaches get a bit patchy.

So after a two hour break I was on the road, heading back homewards. It was a bit of a slog again; the total distance is not a problem, but I was all set for an eight hour break between runs with more food and fluids onboard before number two. But with my first ultra on the horizon I figure that a bit of running-near-empty is probably good training. So I did struggle, and mount Seaforth was a bitch, but I wasn't too grumpy about it.

H seemed full of beans when I turned up. Once again a sweat monster I decided to walk the under-one-km home, with her on my shoulders, rather than stink the car up. And this afternoon I worked from home. And now I am drinking Rogue Chocolate Stout, which is really rather good. Probably not ideal stuff to rehydrate with - and I am a bit dehydrated - but it's Friday so sod it.

So 23km for the day and a milestone for the year. With 18 days of June left I have reached 1826.8km in 2015, which is the equivalent of 10km per day for half a year. Unlikely to keep that up in the second half, but I should thank Cathy and all at the J-athons for pushing me twice this year. Bastards.

Let's return to the clown theme. Again, bugger all to do with running but there you go.