Today, a very enjoyable 11Km in 57:19, average pace 5:13. Looks like the small break has really freshened me up.
Thanks also to everyone for the kind comments about last Wednesday nights race, it wasn’t a bad return to racing.
But the rest of last week was pretty quiet, in fact after having a rest day on Thursday I only ran 8Km while I was up north. On Friday I took my sister for a 4Km run/walk, that is about 3Km running and 1Km walking. While she was walking I did some hill repeats and ran back to her so my distance was probably a bit further, but I wasn’t counting.
On Saturday morning I went for a horrible 5Km slog around my brothers neighborhood, although it was only 6:50am it was hot and humid and it was also a very hilly course.
Sunday, I am afraid, I bailed on the long run. Way too much Sav Blanc and then polishing off the remainder of a bottle of Absinthe with my brother meant that I had a bit of a lie in on Sunday morning meaning I missed the window for a run. OK, I actually passed out fully clothed and with contact lenses still in and remained that way until about 8 the next morning All of the folks out there either on my MSN list or in my mobile phone directory should thank their lucky stars I did flake out because I was definitely in a mood to talk crap after everyone else had gone to bed.
The Glittering Gold Coast
I had a fantastic long weekend up north with my brother and sister. Aunty Em finally got to meet little Katrina, now I may be a touch biased here but she really is a little Angel. Though I was a bit nervous being left alone with her for 45 minutes on Saturday morning when my brother dropped his fiance off for a massage appointment. I felt duty bound to push her musical tastes in the right direction (ie: away from my bother’s penchant for garage and old skool rap) and popped JTV on. She started bawling halfway though Muse, though I think it was more to do with the need for a feed than the top notch musical selection she was being subjected to.
Thankfully I had been left with a bottle and managed to get her to take it, though while I was burping her she also decided to expel most of her previous feed out the other end, Euowwwwww. Aunty duties do not, I am afraid extend to changing poo filled nappies and my options where to pay my sister to change it when she turned up (I am not joking!) or wait for her Daddy, fortunately he got home 5 minutes later and I handed her over and left the room!
As I mentioned earlier I did not get up to much running. Though I have convinced my brother to enter the 10Km at the Gold Coast Marathon with the promise that I would run it with him. He is currently getting around a 9Km hilly loop with a run/walk with more running than walking each time. He reckons his first effort took him 1 hour 45 minutes but has now got it down to about 1:20. Not bad considering he is 96Kg (but losing all the time) and has broken both his ankles at one point over the last 8 years, one still has the screw in it. One look at his shoes though and I have told him to get himself to Athletes Foot for an assessment and let me know what he needs so I can get him some better shoes on the cheap next time I order from the US. He is running in an awful pair of cheap runners with almost no support, I can’t in all good grace let him go on like that!
I have also been informed by my brother than I have “puny Ally McBeal arms” and I look skinner every time he sees me. My sister also wanted to know how many sit-ups I do every day to keep my stomach flat, Ummmm, none, I just run and try to keep up the Pilates (been a bit slack on that front lately)
I spent most of the 4 days between Thursday and Sunday experiencing how that other half lives. That is, I mostly ate terribly, drank waaaaaay too much and did very little exercise and too be honest it was bloody awful and I can’t wait to get back into the routine again this week. Having said that my brother did make a fabulous Toblerone and Kahlua mouse for dessert on Saturday night (it would have been rude not to eat it really), which was proceeded by a very healthy BBQ with Barramundi and Flat Head and some great salads. It really does make a difference when a trained Chef does the cooking, everything just tastes about 100 times better.
Enough rambling now, I seem to be coming down with a summer cold so I am off to the chemist for some cold and flu tablets, always seems to happen when I fly.
Sorry, almost forgot to explain today’s post title. I went for a run this afternoon as soon as I got home, at about midday. What is it with some guys, and by that I don’t mean any readers here, I am sure none of you fine upstanding lads fall into the category of “some guys”. OK, so what is it with some guys who seem to think it is acceptable to either gawk, stare, honk or yell “whoa yeah” at a girl running along the footpath? Do they seriously expect that it is going to get them anywhere? And I guarantee you that should they get a closer look they would be sticking their stupid heads back in the car/truck/van pretty sharpish and getting the hell outta there.