Okay, so I just got home from a movie. I’m getting ready for bed, sitting topless on the couch checking my Facebook (probably TMI), and I’m about to brush my teeth when I think “Hang on a second. You haven’t blogged about the weekend run. You haven’t blogged about your awesome run this morning. What kind of blogger are you, anyway? So goddamn lazy!”
So I grabbed the last of my motivation, stuck it on my head and squished it around for a bit, and now I’m going to write for a wee bit before I head off to sleepytime. Sound good? Damn straight.
I’ve been sick on and off for the last couple of weeks. Had a cold, still have a little bit of a cough (but nothing too bad). I took it easy for a while. I stopped paying attention. But no more! I’m putting my foot down. My alarm woke me up at 5 am this morning, and rather than sinking back into strange dreams about strange deep sea creatures that live on fairy floss (which means they’re always hungry, because fairy floss melts in the ocean), I got up and put two pairs of pants on and went for an early morning jog around the lake in the dark. It was a good one. My Zombies, Run! app didn’t crap out on me.
Doh. Forgot to tell you about that. Let’s jump back in time to Saturday morning. I went for a run, nothing special or too long or too gruelling, just a 10-15 km jog to get back in the swing of things. I forgot to put my Garmin on the charge, then remembered, then the charger didn’t sit on the thing right so it didn’t charge AT ALL. So I had no garmin. But I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal because I had my Zombies, Run game to tell me how far I’d gone. Right? Nope. Had to update the stupid app because they’re taking the advance version of the app (which was for the Kickstarter backers) off the iTunes store because Apple was chucking a shit about it. So this was the last update they could provide, and they said that any subsequent bugs couldn’t be fixed.
Naturally, this is when the app starts crashing REPEATEDLY, right in the middle of missions. Three songs played at one point before I noticed there hadn’t been any story for a while, and when I got my phone out, the app had crashed completely and I had to restart. Then it crashed again, and again, and yet again. In the end, I got in about 13 km, in about an hour and a half. So not too shabby, but nothing too special either. It was so cold, my hands were numb for ages even after I got home. I forgot my handkerchief and I got a bloody nose at one point (from irritation, I think. Nothing life threatening) so I was flinging blood and snot everywhere.
I don’t think I need to tell you that it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Also lost another two toenails, but I think these ones’ll grow back. I’m fairly positive.
So cranky about the Zombies being recalcitrant, that I barely even stopped to appreciate a hilarious line in the game where this guy with a horrendously bad American accent runs off to distract the encroaching mob because he’s been bitten and he wants to save my life. And Sam Yao (he’s the radio operator, back in Abel Township) says “Was that... Ace Rimmer?”
I hope at least a moderate proportion of the people playing this game understood and appreciated that joke.
Anyway. This morning. I ran a fairly good 5km, in about 30-something minutes. I dunno. Haven’t checked my run log. Sure it wasn’t anything extra fast or extra hardcore, but it felt so good to get a run in. Didn’t really tire me out for work either, but I guess I may have been at the sick-hungry stage this afternoon. It would have been a great diet day if I hadn’t had Indian food, a couple of beers and a choc-top at the flicks this evening.
Guess you can’t win them all.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Yup, it's that time again.
Got an email about a pre-sale of City2Surf entries, so I got in there and bought my ticket.
Bib 10142, Beeyatch. Green start, prequalified. Sexy. Magnificent. I’m going to rock this one, I can tell.
Now... Time to start brainstorming costumes again, and try to stop coughing so I can start training.
Bib 10142, Beeyatch. Green start, prequalified. Sexy. Magnificent. I’m going to rock this one, I can tell.
Now... Time to start brainstorming costumes again, and try to stop coughing so I can start training.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Distracto, the Magnificent!
So I’ve been intending to write, but... Hey, look at that thing over there!
I had a race this morning, well, I say ‘race’, but it was the Mother’s Day Classic. One thing I’d forgotten about this particular event is that the route is a little on the stupid side. That many people, trying to keep a good pace all at once on tiny narrow bike paths around the lake? Never going to be a great result. I don’t think I did particularly badly, though. It was a fun morning. A little on the cold side, but it didn’t rain. My legs feel great in the aftermath. My feet are messed up, but they were messed up before I even got out there.
I know I should feel guilty that I didn’t train very well. I didn’t take care of myself, I got up to mischief, and somehow had the nerve to feel surprised when everything started to hurt at the 3km mark. Funny, that.
Here’s an idea. I should write a list of all the things that I shouldn’t do the night before a race. A nice long list, in order from the most innocuous to the most debauched. Then, I should go out the night before a race and do as many of these things as I possibly can. Because the things that can fuck up a race are also the most fun things to get up to on a Saturday night. And that’s a solid fact. There’s no point to any of this running junk if I can’t use it to excuse my excesses.
Example:
You went out last night and got fall-down drunk and ate a whole pie?
Ah, that’s okay. You ran 20kms this morning. Good on you.
It’s a brilliant thought, but now that I think about it, people are a lot more likely to call me an idiot for drinking and smoking and misbehaving, simply because I am a runner. Because for some reason, I’m supposed to have a conscience and be fitness-minded. Whereas non-runners, they don’t have to give a shit.
I’m never going to be winning any marathons. I’m never going to be fast or feel incredibly fit. I could try for years, deny myself all the fun stuff, but what’s the point?
Here I go, being distracted again. I kinda forgot what my point was supposed to be with this post. Probably something to do with the Mother’s Day Classic.
Oh, here’s something. Their medals are shite. I know that a lot of the people who run this particular event aren’t serious runners, but who was the rocket scientist who came up with the convertible medal dealie? They just had this sudden brainwave, I know, let’s make the medals into keyrings, on a lanyard. That way, people who don’t dig medals can have a pretty pink keyring. And the people who DO like medals, well, they can have a cheapass piece of crap keyring on a lanyard which they can pretend is a medal.
LAME
Actually, feeling a little bad for saying that as it’s a charity-based event. How will I ever alleviate my conscience? I know. Hey, you guys. Go donate some money to Breast Cancer research or something. What, you want a hyperlink? I don’t have anything. Google the Mother’s Day Classic. You know how to google, don’t you?
I’m off to sleep now, like an old person. Have a photo.
I had a race this morning, well, I say ‘race’, but it was the Mother’s Day Classic. One thing I’d forgotten about this particular event is that the route is a little on the stupid side. That many people, trying to keep a good pace all at once on tiny narrow bike paths around the lake? Never going to be a great result. I don’t think I did particularly badly, though. It was a fun morning. A little on the cold side, but it didn’t rain. My legs feel great in the aftermath. My feet are messed up, but they were messed up before I even got out there.
I know I should feel guilty that I didn’t train very well. I didn’t take care of myself, I got up to mischief, and somehow had the nerve to feel surprised when everything started to hurt at the 3km mark. Funny, that.
Here’s an idea. I should write a list of all the things that I shouldn’t do the night before a race. A nice long list, in order from the most innocuous to the most debauched. Then, I should go out the night before a race and do as many of these things as I possibly can. Because the things that can fuck up a race are also the most fun things to get up to on a Saturday night. And that’s a solid fact. There’s no point to any of this running junk if I can’t use it to excuse my excesses.
Example:
You went out last night and got fall-down drunk and ate a whole pie?
Ah, that’s okay. You ran 20kms this morning. Good on you.
It’s a brilliant thought, but now that I think about it, people are a lot more likely to call me an idiot for drinking and smoking and misbehaving, simply because I am a runner. Because for some reason, I’m supposed to have a conscience and be fitness-minded. Whereas non-runners, they don’t have to give a shit.
I’m never going to be winning any marathons. I’m never going to be fast or feel incredibly fit. I could try for years, deny myself all the fun stuff, but what’s the point?
Here I go, being distracted again. I kinda forgot what my point was supposed to be with this post. Probably something to do with the Mother’s Day Classic.
Oh, here’s something. Their medals are shite. I know that a lot of the people who run this particular event aren’t serious runners, but who was the rocket scientist who came up with the convertible medal dealie? They just had this sudden brainwave, I know, let’s make the medals into keyrings, on a lanyard. That way, people who don’t dig medals can have a pretty pink keyring. And the people who DO like medals, well, they can have a cheapass piece of crap keyring on a lanyard which they can pretend is a medal.
LAME
Actually, feeling a little bad for saying that as it’s a charity-based event. How will I ever alleviate my conscience? I know. Hey, you guys. Go donate some money to Breast Cancer research or something. What, you want a hyperlink? I don’t have anything. Google the Mother’s Day Classic. You know how to google, don’t you?
I’m off to sleep now, like an old person. Have a photo.
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