High June

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

High June

and made more difficult still by the twelve weeks of winter through which I must train, today being the very first official day of the season of dread for those who cavort about in singlets and shorts in the name of athleticism. It's a cruel form of lunacy, and not one I've ever really successfully mastered through the dark, coldest months of the year as it is here on the remote, lower parts of the southern side of the globe.

You're having a laugh are you not?  12 weeks of winter?  Difficult... in Sydney?  

Hey, everything is relative, you know. After running in 30+ temperatures and 95% humidity for weeks on end, dropping into single digit temperatures is tough! And no, it never gets below freezing in Sydney (although it does up in the mountains, of course, where I do sometimes run). And I can just about hear Suzie over there in Canada snorking her coffee out her nostrils as she reads this...you have to be one tough cookie to run in that climate, that's for sure.