I was all champing at the bit yesterday morning, uber-enthusiastic about the prospect of a lunch-time run. I even went as far as promising to exhibit my sagging frame and laughable running technique on the hills of Anderson Street.
I meant it too. I got changed into my singlet and shorts at 12:30 and shivered my way down the lift. Sadly, it was raining outside, which rapidly put the brakes on the aforementioned bit-champing.
I kinda wimped out. Sorry about that.
This morning, by way of atonement, I got to work bright and early and headed of for a punishing toodle along the North side of the Yarra, from my office in the city to Richmond and back.
As toodles go, it was fairly quick: it needed to be, what with having to stay out of the way of all the cyclists.
To all the cyclists out there, I realise you’re in a hurry, and you want to go about twice as fast as I run, but is it strictly necessary to be so rude, aggressive and macho?
Would it kill you to use your bell? It’s right there on your handle bars, just give it a jiggle next time you’re whooshing past me at a million miles an hour.
So a fairly speedy 13.4km, aside from about 4 minutes spent rubbing my elbow by the side of the track after whacking it on one of the fences.
It hurt. The elbow, I mean, not the run.
I’m rapidly bearing down on 2850km for this calendar year. 3000km is in site sight and, barring any calamitous injuries in the next 6 weeks, should be well within my capabilities.
Rove McManus
I’m not normally a big fan of “Rove”. As far as I’m concerned, he’s made a career of being nothing more than professionally affable and a series of TV programs that promise to be vaguely amusing, but usually aren’t.
That being said, I do admire the way he’s handled himself publicly in the last few years, which must have been hard. (Compare him to Samuel Johnson, for example, who seems to be a self-pitying, self-publicising, drunken, violent git.)
I don’t think there’s much to be gained by splashing Rove’s new romance all over the front pages of the Herald Sun. Can’t we just let the guy be?
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