My legs and I often disagree, most notably when I thought it’d be a good idea to run 30km up at Maroondah Dam in 2008. My legs, sensibly, thought I’d lost the plot and refused to go ahead with it.
I don’t blame them. If I were them, I’d be extremely wary of me at the best of times. I’m liable to take them out in all weather and, without warning, insist they run for two hours without stopping.
But today, this morning, my legs and I were of one mind. We were both tired.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch, about half way through Law and Order. I remember some poor woman being beaten up by her husband, the cops were helping out, then some glamourous ADA got involved, but after then: sweet oblivion.
The SW lasted right through to 5am, when my blasted body clock woke me up. I was still exhausted, and my legs had hot molten lead flowing through every vein. Not nice.
The 5am run was cancelled.
I did run later on – about 7:30 in the city, but it was a near run thing. In fact, the whole run was completed solely on will-power (sheer bloody-mindedness).
It wasn’t my greatest run – 13km in an hour, but it did include 6 reps of the Anderson Street hill. I’m happy I did it, or rather, I’m happy it’s done.
Tomorrow’s a day off.
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