km for the weekend 32, for the week, 52km.
A weekend of contrasting fortunes, running wise. My valiant attempts to be healthy and run vast distances seemed to be baulked at every turn by friends and family members bearing great platters of pancakes and/or moussaka.
My 25k trot through the wilds of Croydon, Bayswater, and the Dandenong creek trail was pretty good, and only partially counteracted by my dearly beloved insisting I eat her pancakes at the end. But then we had a big lunch on Sunday with possibly the world’s best moussaka AND dolmades AND lemon cake with raspberry coulis.
I was, not surprisingly, feeling bloated and tired last night. I decided a quick run would perk me up. Yeah, great thinking. Note to self: multiple serves of moussaka and running do not mix. Oh well.
Moving on…
To my eternal shame, I was unable to identify a Cure lyric on Em’s blog last week. I had an intense but mercifully brief fascination with all things Robert Smith during, I think, 1989. Luckily I grew out of it before I manage to get my hands on makeup and figure out how to tease my hair.
Even now I can, and regularly do, quote whole reams of lyrics from Disintegration. It really goes down a treat at parties.
“I deteriorate, I live in dust, and nowhere shines but desolate and tired the hours all spent in counting time again, all waiting for the rain”
Girls love that sort of thing….
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Prayers for Rain!
My beloved waits for me to get home from a run so I can cook the pancakes, any long run of more than 25Kms is rewarded with Pancakes.