It’s sad, I know, but back in the day, when life was sweet and young and full of promise, I’d count a festival as being good if it had some combination of these attributes:
- loud
- crowded
- sweaty
- full of alcohol and other things
- loud – did I mention that?
- lots of guitars
- loud
And definitely no kids!
Yesterday I went to the Maroondah festival, and had a great time. Do you know why? There were:
- sandpits (plural),
- a sheep, a goat and a pig to pet,
- free spinning tea-cup rides,
- ice-cream and
- balloons to take home.
My 3 year old had a great time, which means I was happy too. Even if I had to ride on the tea-cup ride 3 times, which made me dizzy.
Earlier, we made a visit to the wave pool in Glen Waverley. Previously, I’d never given much thought to Glen Waverley as a suburb, considering it about as bland as could be. But that was only because I had no idea such the wave pool was there. What’s next, hot springs in Springvale?
Anyway, on a 33 degree day it was packed, but happily so. Again, the kids had a great time.
Running
I managed to run 50km last week, which is good. The last couple of runs were squeezed into the very small windows of relatively cool weather. I suspect this week will be the same.
On Saturday I did a lap of the Ringwood-Croydon bit of the Mullum Mullum Creek Trail. Yesterday, I went for a swim at chlorine central AKA Kilsyth Pool, then ran the long way back to the mother-in-law’s place in Mooroolbark in increasing heat, just so I could make it to 50km for the week.
This morning I was up at 5 for a 12.5km loop around the streets near my place. The running’s getting better, despite the infernal heat.
Man, I hate summer.
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