The joy of perspective

Not too often you can look at the program, see "2 hours relaxed 26km" and think "woo hoo, bludge Sunday!". After the bashings of the last couple of weeks, it sure seemed that way.

During the week I'd had vague aspirations of making the squad run at Centennial Park, reasoning that it'd be good from a race morning perspective to get a couple of early starts on a Sunday in, and that trying to keep to soft surfaces over the last two week before Gold Coast was probably sensible. I locked it in with Mohammed as we left Nowra yesterday, committing to be there at 7am.

So, after getting up at 6, downing a strong cup of coffee, and having a bit of a surf of the net, I managed to front on a bright, clear 6 degree morning. The run was fine, I was a bit stiff in the upper legs, probably a combination of yesterday and having not run on the soft, sandy surface at Centennial for a while. The two hours passed pretty quickly, with various chats with Fleur from RBH, Mohammed, Royworlds, Don Juan and Easy Tiger, Lucy and then Royworlds solo filling in the time quite ably. No-one was pushing too hard, and SW himself was looking particularly ploddy after yesterday's efforts - I call it the 'pile of coathangers' look, in that if he fell over, you'd never get him untangled. No idea of the distance, and not overly fussed - it was better than 5 minute per km pace.

Legs feel great and the lack of impact is much appreciated.

Bonus is the run's done, and I've got the rest of the day free! Woo hoo!