They’re hard, these Sunday arvo’s, when you’ve had a long run in the morning.
I can imagine they might be quite enjoyable under some circumstances. I’m thinking of a few hours spent slumped on the couch dozing in front of the football. Otherwise, I can think of a few half-decent pubs with beer gardens I wouldn’t mind patronising for an afternoon.
Sadly, family-men with little kids don’t get the chance for such luxuries. For me, running 27km up hill and down dale IS the luxury.
That was the early hours of the morning taken care of. Since then, there has been back-breaking toil de-weedifying the vegie patch, and at the same time attempting to prevent child number 1 putting the dog’s lead on child number 2 and feeding his ice-cream to the dog.
Ah well, such is life.
On the plus side, I did manage to get my hair cut yesterday, with no hurt feelings. I’m not sure it’s the greatest example of the hair-dresser’s art, but she didn’t have great material to work with.
Running
As I said before, the long run today was 27km, which is basically from my house down to Warrandyte and back, via Croydon. That’s only slightly over 25km, but when I got home I found myself locked out of the house, so I trotted on down to the shops to get the paper and something to drink.
My long runs haven’t been earth-shatteringly fast lately, but they’re steady, and strong, and I finish them feeling “pleasantly fatigued”, which I gather is the done thing, if you’re into the Lydiard thing.
Which reminds me, I’m thinking about a marathon plan for October this year. I’ve been looking up Lydiard, but I’m not sure I’ve mastered the intricacies of the thing. I may have to post about this soon, either here or on one of the two running forums.
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