Time: 2:18:36
So I got up at five thirty this morning. I had an upset stomach and a body that insisted it should still be asleep for at least another couple of hours, but all the same I sunscreened up, geared up, and set off. I didn’t get lost, or not for longer than a minute or two. I just kept going until I found my path again. I was having a great time until I realised that a.) I was remarkably tired, and more so than I should be, and b.) A quick calculation told me that I’d be short of my twenty five kilometre goal by about five kilometres. If I do this run again, I’ll probably take two laps around the lake instead of one, and maybe considering how tired I was, I probably shouldn’t be so eager to push myself up to twenty five kilometres quite yet. If I think I’ll have enough energy left, sure, but running around a lake that’s close enough for a limp home if I should fizzle out is a lot different from running around a lake so distant I’d need to catch a bus if things went wrong.
For now, I’m happy. Very tired. Anything involving standing up, walking or otherwise exerting myself is off the cards, but I’ve got a couch and I’ve got candy and that’s all I need.
Oh, and I almost forgot. I wore the crop top. I ROCKED the crop top. I got a few sideways glances, but nothing malicious. I guess a scantily clad runner laminated in sweat is not that uncommon a sight on the paths around the lake. I saw at least two, but they looked more like ‘real’ runners than I do. Not that my idea of what a real runner looks like is in any way based on fact.
For the curious, here’s a screenshot of my route. Don’t ask me why the time and distance are different from the above result. Whether it’s the calculation from the garmin or from the google-mapped route, I’m not sure.
Now, where did I put that candy?
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