An 8km slog

This morning I had plans to get out of bed early and go for a run, but you know what they say about the “best laid plans”. So, when I finally rolled out of my nice warm bed after 10am, a run was not had!

We drove out to Malmsbury for lunch, I had a nice beef curry pies and custard tart with coffee at the bakery in the main street, then walked up and down the main street and had a look in the art gallery.

After that we went to Airport West to buy me a small “overnight” suitcase. I have an overnight business trip down to Tasmania this week, and I think it will be the first of many, and we don’t have any smallish suitcases.

My run this evening was a real slog, 8km at 5:30 min/km and it felt really hard – the legs felt like dead weights for some reason, and I sweated like crazy – I hope I’m not coming down with something.

In his comment yesterday John asked “How many ways can you possibly sing ‘am I ever gonna see your face again?’”. If he was directing his question specifically to me, then there can only be one answer, and it is the same answer no matter what the song, the answer is “badly”.