Liberal Leaders in budgie smugglers and pouring rain on Saturday necessitating the cancellation of athletics.
Just some of the unpleasant inevitabilities of life, there is no point wasting energy fighting them.
The bad weather started on Friday night and by the time Saturday dawned my internal radar had already sensed that we probably would have another washed out meet. In light of this I headed down to Jells Park for an easy run of just under 12km with the Running in the ‘Burbs crew, at least they get out there, rain, hail or shine.
I am not whingeing, I know meets are cancelled when it rains due to safety reasons and I know we need the rain, blah, blah, blah, I guess I am just finding it frustrating now that 3 rounds have washed out.
Seriously, can it not just rain on a Wednesday instead?
Sunday wasn’t so bad, dreary but not chucking it down, not great weather for a picnic but perfectly acceptable for a 22km run. I took a similar route to one I did a few weeks ago where the run was notable only by the sheer level of crapness that it sunk to. There was redemption yesterday with the run completed with a minimum of fuss and even a minor display of strength over the hills in the closing kilometres.
Tallying up the training for the week I somehow managed to clock up 85km! I’ve been consistently hitting the mid to high 70s but over 80 is pretty rare for me and I’ve made it there twice this month. Hopefully this will help me net some PBs over 5km/5000 metres in the early months of 2011 and set me up for XC, if my body will let me keep it up.
Election
Yeah, another one, state election for us this weekend just gone and I’ll admit that this staunch defender of compulsory voting (or more correctly, compulsory getting your name ticked off the electoral roll) had to be dragging kicking and screaming (ok, dragging my feet and whining, “I don’t wanna”) to the polling booth on Saturday afternoon, in the end it was “don’t give your money away to them” was what got me there, that is I voted to avoid the fine. I was bribed down there with the promise of having my favourite curry bought for my lunch.
A banal and lifeless election campaign ground to an end yesterday with the coalition scraping their way back into power, as if we expected anything else. It was like the end of a relationship when you both know it’s over but some vestige of sentimentality has you both desperately clinging to what once was and going through the motions for just a little bit longer than you should, then one day you wake up and go fuck it, I don’t really like you very much anymore, that’s what happened to the ALP on the weekend. It’s not like the coalition was offering anything particularly shiny and new; we just didn’t want to wake up next to the ALP anymore.
I wonder if Ted Baillieu wanted to punch his wife in the back of the head when the best she could come up with upon being interviewed leaving the polling booth on Saturday was “Ted’s the best, chuck out the rest”.
I half expected her to end that statement by poking out her tongue and going “so ner”
What a drip.





