fartlek and diseased imaginations

Running
A nice, sharpish 10k this morning, including a fartlek session on rolling hills.

2 times 60 secs, with 60 sec float
4 times 30 secs, with 30 sec float
2 times 60 secs, with 60 sec float
4 times 30 secs, with 30 sec float
2 times 60 secs, with 60 sec float
plus warmup and the trip home.

A variety of steep-ish hills and more gentle slopes. The whole 10k took around 44 minutes, so it was a pretty hard workout.

I’m not entirely confident in the measurements though, as I had to time it using my watch and hope I went under a streetlight at the right time. In the end, I gave up measuring the time, and just counted out the time aloud, adding an extra 10 “seconds” at the end of each rep, just to be sure.

Because, AGAIN, it was dark for the entire morning run. God I can’t wait until daylight savings ends!!!!

Scary stuff
Which brings me nicely to Em, who wanted to know yesterday if I got spooked running in the dark foggy mornings.

Generally no, I don’t.

But yesterday, I was on the Dandenong Creek Trail, about 1500 metres east of Wantirna road in a fairly tree-ligned bit, when I could have sworn I heard footsteps behind me.

And there was no-one there. True.

I swung around to look, naturally, but there’s something about a torch shining through thick fog at night that does nothing for the nerves. In the end I just kicked my rational, aetheist’s brain back into gear and trotted along happily enough.

Em also had a particularly tasteless observation about Flat Daddies - that kids could break out the scissors and chop bits off if the real Dad stepped on a land-mine or similar.

I see your bad taste and raise you one disease imagination - what do the kids do if Daddy visits a Baghdad brothel?