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RE: Long March Rocket
Lifeless in Sydney.
No fancy technology this morning. It was just me, my running shoes and the elements at a little before 5 a.m. The night had been horrid; very, very wet and windy with it. The rain had eased a little by the time I headed outdoors, but it was still revolting weather and sane, sensible people were still tucked up in bed, and even those less endowed with common sense were swimming in heated pools or working out at an indoor gym. Not me though. Uh uh. I was out in in the pitch dark on the streets for four or five laps of my hill repeats course I whimsically call "Burgoyne". So wet and utterly miserable was it that the only other sign of life out in the open was a rat, scurrying across the road in front of me on lap two. Usually I see rabbits, possums, the occasional cat and hear plenty of frogs as I run parallel to the creek in Burgoyne Avenue, but not this morning. Everything had gone to ground and slept in it seems, apart from little ol' dedicated me.
My right foot was really quite sore following Saturday's long run and then an evening in formal shoes that were too tight, but after the first lap things loosened up a bit and I began to actually enjoy the run, despite the conditions. I had to cut it a touch short at four laps (eight hills) as I was running out of time after a tardy start and very slow first lap, but it was a decent work out and I was happy with my form on the hills.
An hour later the heavens really opened up again, so my timing had been pretty good. So, not a bad start at all to the week and I look forward to a few more early morning trots, though perhaps without all the dampness, nice though it is to have some rain after weeks of intense heat and humidity.
And the foot feels fine now. Go figure!
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Long March Rocket
