Bueller, Bueller, Bueller

Kid - Um, yeah, Dad, how’s things?

Dad - Fine son, but why are you calling so late, everything OK?

Kid - Mmmm, just seeing how your holiday is going, Mum alright?

Dad - Everything is just peachy here on the private Island son (don’t all Ferrari owners holiday on private islands?), but really, it is terribly late, are you sure everything is OK?

Kid - (crickets)

Dad - Son?

Kid - Ahhhh, so, insurance all paid up on the “stallion”?

Dad - Yes, but only if I am driving

Kid - (voice goes up several octaves) really

Dad - Better speak up son, only Dogs can hear you right now

Kid - You know I have never really thanked you and Mum for everything you have done for me, the private school, the beemer for my birthday, that gap year in Europe, you know I love you both so much a kid couldn’t ask for better parents.

Dad - You’ve crashed the Ferrari!

Kid - (more crickets)

Dad - Son

Kid - (yet more crickets)

Dad - SON!

Kid - i love you dad

Dad - You know how Ferris Bueller’s day off ultimately had a happy ending, Cameron grew a backbone, Ferris came out smelling of roses and even his sister got a date in the end?

Kid - No, I wasn’t born when that film came out

Dad - Good, then you won’t be so disappointed when this does not end anywhere near as well

Wanna know what screwed looks like?

Running
After a pretty hard weekend of racing I figured today better be my rest day, instead I did some core work when I got home. I’ll go back to training with the group tomorrow and we have 4 by 1km reps on the agenda and I’d rather have fresh legs.

My sister is flying down from the Gold Coast on Saturday to surprise my Mum, I have been trying to figure out what we could do together on Sunday, especially as it is too late to book anywhere decent for lunch. Besides I hate the whole Mother’s Day lunch carry on, everyone is doing it and venues just see it as an excuse to rip you off. So on a whim I entered my sister and I in the 4km run at the Mother’s Day Classic, I’ll just do another 12km in the afternoon to make up my mileage.

Mum can come down and cheer us on and then we can all head to a Cafe in Glenferrie Road for a big breakfast. Checking the event information it looks like the course has changed since I last did it and we will be running the tan anti-clockwise, I haven’t raced it that way before.