the big three oh oh oh

I hit the orange “publish post” button at 7:00pm last night while lying about my house like a lizard on a rock. I believe I may have been moaning, I certainly groaned at least once.

As is often the case, the darkest hour was right before the dawn, if you take my meaning. 5 minutes later I said to myself “actually it’s not so bad”. 10 minutes later “this breeze is quite nice”. At exactly 7:30, having shorted, singletted, shoed and socked-myself up I headed out the door for a run.

“Why?” I can hear you asking. “What possible reason, other than congenital stupidity, could I have for a run on a 37 degree day?”

I’ll tell you: a quick browse of my training log, and some mental ‘rithmatic done mainly on my fingers, and it was clear 3000km was in sight.

So off I trundled, at a very conservative pace, up Mullum Mullum and around the salubrious streets of Croydon North and Ringwood East.

By my calculations, I passed the 3000km mark somewhere on Maroondah Highway, possibly out the front of Maccas. I was probably hyperventilating, sweating bugs, listening to “Upstarts in a blowout” and swallowing about 3 dozen bugs.

It’s hard work sometime, but it’s worth it. Possibly.

I got home and basked in the glow of achievement, having run 3000km for the calendar year.

As it turns out, that “glow” was heat stroke, but hey, it’s close enough for me.