As usual, it’s the eventful times that I actually forget to write about.
Thursday before last, my training hit a literal speed-bump. I tripped on a protruding chunk of footpath on the way up Dryandra street as I ran home, and fell pretty hard. My ankle got a little twisted, my left knee got really bruised and my right knee got entirely messed up. Now, I’m just waiting for the hole in my leg to heal, but I have gotten back to the running already.
I wasn’t able to do a long run last weekend. No, scratch that. I may have been able, but I wasn’t willing. I took the weekend off.
So, long story short, I haven’t run until Wednesday. I ran home that night, a little slow perhaps, and tonight I did one better. My boss was sponsoring one of the awards for the Camp Quality Verti-cool Challenge, so I decided to represent the branch in the Ultimate Challenge. The standard challenge was to run up Telstra Tower, about four hundred steps, or thereabouts. The ultimate challenge was to run from the base of Black Mountain to the top of the tower. On paper, it doesn’t look too hard. About 2.5k worth of running, plus tower. In reality, it is hard. In reality, it is the sort of thing that makes me question whether I should be dreaming of a marathon at all, if I can’t even cope with a little hill.
So anyways, I’m lacking in verbosity right now. I’m hoping to run 30+ tomorrow morning, so I’d better set my alarm for 4:30 or 5:00 am again.
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