***Newsflash****
Grant Hackett
My blogging fingers have been itching, reading about Grant Hackett’s hissy fit.
The jist of it, and correct me if I’m wrong, is he expected to win the 400 and 800 metres, despite not training as well as he usually does, because, well, he’s Grant Hackett “weetbix man” (or is it nutrigrain?). So now he’s going to:
..leave it right up until the actual swim and see how I feel
So he’s going to have a very public temper tantrum/drama-queen moment, and everyone else is supposed to wait until the last minute, presumably crossing our fingers and praying to the heavens that he deigns to pull on the togs.
Get over yourself, Grant. I don’t care. Bloody swimmers, they’re worse than tennis players.
We now return you to regularly scheduled blogging……
People who know me say (and I hear this a lot) that I’m a pretty bright, switched-on kinda guy. A mind like a steel er, what’s the word? This morning, the word is probably “sieve”. Yep, “sieve” is it – it lets an awful lot of stuff go through to the keeper, to mix a metaphor well and truly.
What am I on about? Oh, sorry, I’m dithering again.
Yesterday I lovingly hand-crafted, or rather burnt, a CD full of pictures to send in the post to my Dad. This morning I set out for work clutching the CD in a stamped addressed envelope intending to drop it in the post-box on the way to the station.
Well I dropped it in the box all-right. A big box with a hole in the top. But it wasn’t the post-box, it was the bin.
So Dad won’t get his pictures, at least not today. Sorry Dad, if you’re reading.
On the plus side, I’m sure the rubbish-men will enjoy pictures of my wedding. Also the post-men will enjoy reading 3-day-old copies of the herald sun.
Running
I passed someone who very strongly resembled Em, bounding along like a cheetah in human form under the Swan street bridge along the Yarra. I assume it was Em, if not it was someone who didn’t object to being called “Emma”.
At that stage I was feeling pretty chipper too. 2 laps of the tan later, one fast (no, really) and one including 6 Anderson street reps, the chipperness index had dropped rapidly. I decided to take the long way back to work, via Swanston street, just to make sure the distance was above 12k.
Program
I’m up to 366k for March so far. A 400k month is tantalisingly close. I’m sorely tempted to get out for a lazy 34k run tonight. Whaddaya think? An ideal Run for the kids warmup run, methinks.
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