Au revoir, April.

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Phew. Catching my breath here just a little. Managed to miss the Connemara action and only just nipped back in time to catch the BM...

My own running has still amounted to zilch, although oddly enough I'm fitter than ever, even having shed some of those last tricky kilos to get down to my near-ideal weight. The last ten weeks have been a non-stop barrage of work-renovate-work-renovate, the transition between work and reno being a 1,400km commute between here (Sydney) and Adelaide. Along the way we've suffered floods, storms and even an earthquake! And did I mention both Mrs MLCM's car and my car breaking down on the same day? Sounds dramatic, but not quite so dramatic perhaps as Sweder's epic Conne-ultra-mara-thon... that man is astonishing! If he didn't threaten to drink the brewery dry, Guinness should sign him up as an ambassador. He certainly has made me re-think my race hydration strategy.

Whereto from here though? Not too sure. Still have to sell aforementioned Adelaide property, then move remaining "stuff" to Sydney, and then find a bigger, more permanent abode than the one we are currently in. All of which takes time and requires focus, which means the running is suffering still. But the worst of it is behind me - or will be in another two weeks or so.

Hopefully I'll see you on the roads again soon.

Cheers!