5 am is a curious time to be out running. There’s something about the alarm going off at 4:50 am that isn’t quite right, and heading out the door in shorts and a singlet is also a bit wierd, but once you get going, it’s quite rewarding.
I did a bit of 5am running myself this morning, and though dark, it was quite illuminating. Things I learned:
- the world is a mysterious, beautiful place, pregnant with possibility in the hour before dawn
- curiously, this effect does not apply to Canterbury Road, Kilsyth
- there is a gym near the corner of Canterbury and Liverpool roads that claims to offer “official hammer strength training”
- I would like to have official hammer strength, or even unofficial hammer strength, but I would settle for feather strength for the moment. Probably more achievable for me.
- When you stumble across 2 men apparently having oral sex extremely noisily in the dark on the footpath around the corner from your house, it can be quite alarming
Sore knees
As you might guess, the sore knee from earlier in the week isn’t as much of a problem as I feared. A whole lot of stretching and massaging seems to have done wonders. I ran 15km on the treadmill Wednesday night, and 18km this morning at the crack of dawn.
I’m off to see the bossiest physio in Melbourne again this afternoon. She’s going to try strapping the effected knee, to see if that helps. Of course, to do that, I’ve had to shave a portion of my legs, which looks absolutely ridiculous.
So ridiculous, in fact, that when I was in the shower shaving, I figured it might make sense just to shave the whole leg, or possibly both. But then, where does one stop? Chest? Back? Arms? Before you know it, you’d be doing a bit of this:
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