Back at work today after a relaxing, if not particularly productive fortnight. I was lazy, gluttonous and socially irresponsible in turns. I ate, drank, and smoked a great deal more than I should have done. Five of the seven days I was in the Gold Coast, I ran on the treadmill for half an hour. I don’t consider that this completely cancels out my wrongdoings, but it helps. I did gain several kilograms during the holiday. Perhaps, this was several less than I would have otherwise gained.
Yesterday I intended to run 30 kilometres just for the hell of it, but turned back when it seemed my knees wouldn’t take any more and the 8:30am heat got too oppressive. The temperature went to 37 yesterday, so it was pretty hot. Oh well. Twenty one is good enough for a weekday. I’ll run home two days, and count this week as a win. Saturday should be cooler, and may be raining in some form or another, so I’ll try to break 30 then.
Ten weeks until the marathon! Excited! Scared!
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