I’m moving house on the weekend. I know, this seemingly comes out of the blue but it’s a potential reality that I’ve been living with for quite some time now. I’m moving all the way across town, so now for the craziness of the actual move, the purchasing of furniture and the confusing mire of getting electricity, telephone, internet et cetera. Additionally, the fun of trying to figure out an appropriate running route to use for my weekend training. I don’t know of any trails around the Woden area, at least not any that would give me something interesting to look at for the 30 or so kilometres that I’ll be running very soon, every Saturday morning.
Lake Burley Griffin, maybe? I know how to run north. It’s a pretty good run, nice and scenic. I’d definitely have options to increase distance.
I managed 21 kms last Friday morning. I’m painfully aware of how far behind I am in my training, but I’m just going to have to live with it. I dunno. I could get lucky and improve on last year’s time. But does it really matter if I don’t break it by much? A marathon is always a marathon, whether it’s fast or slow. It’s always an achievement. You can’t discount a marathon. It’s fucking hardcore, no matter which way you look at it.
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