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RE: April Fuels
A perfect storm and a perfect response...
What a week; long days of work at the usual antisocial, body-slamming hours and topped off with two consecutive nights of major disasters the like of which we normally only see maybe once a year, but both of which I copped in one weekend. Then I came home after all that at 7 in the morning desperate for sleep only to find roadworks in progress a mere handful of metres from my bedroom window. Sleep? I think not. Throw in the gypsy summer we're having, with a top today of 35C (an April record for Sydney ... global warming, anyone?) and you can see why I had it firmly fixed in my head to skip today's planned run. More than justifiable, certainly, by any standard.
So why then did I jump into running togs and hit the treadmill at the height of the day's heat and with exhaustion the only fit adjective to describe my physical and mental condition at the time?
I know not. But, here's the thing: astonishingly, I thrashed out my strongest and quickest run of the campaign so far: 10 kilometres, all uphill, and at a pace not seen by me in nearly a year and a half! Go figure it out for yourselves, because I can't. I can only guess my perseverance in running at least something when I've least felt like it in recent weeks has suddenly culminated in an alien presence invading my body and taking over for reasons known only to itself. I mean, that clearly wasn't me running today, was it?
This is freaky, but crikey, it feels OK. If this is possession by another being, I'm not at all opposed to it.
But I do now have a craving for weird food combinations...
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April Fuels
