Hodie mihi, cras tibi
A somewhat irregular approach to blogging has left regular viewers distraught and in need of distraction. Fortunately that has been provided in the form of the final Harry Potter book. It's hard to imagine that a novel could generate such excitement; generally this level of frenzied anticipation is reserved for a movie release, or - in Sydney - the newest Starlet.
I plead the Busy Man Defence: I reckon 20 hours/day sounds right.
However, my lack of application hides a solid running programme since last blog: 137k in 13 runs, so slightly better average than normal, and some decent k's and courses.
Highlights:
* Scotchman's Creek in Melbourne - cool morning with only the gentle babbling brook for company and the occasional Melbournian who of course always avoids eye contact.
* an M7 lunchtime 8k PB 37:05 min (with a 18:20 negative split)
* 14k run through Crestwood while waiting for Son's coached soccer team to lose (they won)
* next day, 12k along the Parramatta Riverfront to Homebush Bay Wharf while waiting for Son's coached soccer team to get thrashed in a postponed game (they just lost to the top side, with 9 players)
* 12k run to Riverstone library, via the Bush, or so it seemed, meeting various dogs, sheep and goats along the way
* 14k to YD's netball match Saturday, via the Small's Creek cycleway (they won)
* 15k along the Parramatta T-Way yesterday to Son's soccer match at Toongabbie (he lost)
I have also managed four weights sessions since LP. But no cycling. I'd probably need to get the front tyre fixed first.
There are a few things that need action, now that the Blog has been updated. I need to :
PM Tesso and start the Brady Bunch quiz (adjudicator: Mrs BB).
I would like to pay for an analyst and help Marcia with her cow and typeface fixations. Plus understand why she has been absent from blogging for so long. Excuses such as having a real life are unacceptable.
Sunday I plan to support the CR gang especially the newly-engaged NTR in the Cities marathon.
It's close to home and I don't mind the early start - it might motivate me to do a solid run later, at a more civilised hour.
I should also try to organise some sort of social run now that KR/Stanhope appears to be home to the single largest concentration of coolrunners per suburb demographic in Sydney: me, Go Girl, Princess Odette, maruska, Lauren.
Must ring Go Girl and have a run if she's free - hopefully she's just about into her new home, and not the perpetual "four weeks away from moving in"...
I like to briefly scan the internet for stories of people doing stupid things: you know, those who go on to win Darwin Awards. Sometimes I wish to myself that some of the people who do stupid things would win one year. But no, they just seem to get re-elected to Federal Government. Maybe not this year??!!
All noise lately has been around Dr Haneef, and the Fed Govt's attempt to make the Keystone Kops look like Perry Mason by comparison. I mean, the Gold Coast target for goodness sake?
The best and most witty response has been posted on Road To Surfdom. Love this piece of advice to visitors: "Provide full particulars of all contacts with funny foreign names."
If Caesar could advise Honest John today, he might well say
Cave ne ante ullas catapultas ambules
"Exit, stage left"
I plead the Busy Man Defence: I reckon 20 hours/day sounds right.
However, my lack of application hides a solid running programme since last blog: 137k in 13 runs, so slightly better average than normal, and some decent k's and courses.
Highlights:
* Scotchman's Creek in Melbourne - cool morning with only the gentle babbling brook for company and the occasional Melbournian who of course always avoids eye contact.
* an M7 lunchtime 8k PB 37:05 min (with a 18:20 negative split)
* 14k run through Crestwood while waiting for Son's coached soccer team to lose (they won)
* next day, 12k along the Parramatta Riverfront to Homebush Bay Wharf while waiting for Son's coached soccer team to get thrashed in a postponed game (they just lost to the top side, with 9 players)
* 12k run to Riverstone library, via the Bush, or so it seemed, meeting various dogs, sheep and goats along the way
* 14k to YD's netball match Saturday, via the Small's Creek cycleway (they won)
* 15k along the Parramatta T-Way yesterday to Son's soccer match at Toongabbie (he lost)
I have also managed four weights sessions since LP. But no cycling. I'd probably need to get the front tyre fixed first.
There are a few things that need action, now that the Blog has been updated. I need to :
PM Tesso and start the Brady Bunch quiz (adjudicator: Mrs BB).
I would like to pay for an analyst and help Marcia with her cow and typeface fixations. Plus understand why she has been absent from blogging for so long. Excuses such as having a real life are unacceptable.
Sunday I plan to support the CR gang especially the newly-engaged NTR in the Cities marathon.
It's close to home and I don't mind the early start - it might motivate me to do a solid run later, at a more civilised hour.
I should also try to organise some sort of social run now that KR/Stanhope appears to be home to the single largest concentration of coolrunners per suburb demographic in Sydney: me, Go Girl, Princess Odette, maruska, Lauren.
Must ring Go Girl and have a run if she's free - hopefully she's just about into her new home, and not the perpetual "four weeks away from moving in"...
I like to briefly scan the internet for stories of people doing stupid things: you know, those who go on to win Darwin Awards. Sometimes I wish to myself that some of the people who do stupid things would win one year. But no, they just seem to get re-elected to Federal Government. Maybe not this year??!!
All noise lately has been around Dr Haneef, and the Fed Govt's attempt to make the Keystone Kops look like Perry Mason by comparison. I mean, the Gold Coast target for goodness sake?
The best and most witty response has been posted on Road To Surfdom. Love this piece of advice to visitors: "Provide full particulars of all contacts with funny foreign names."
If Caesar could advise Honest John today, he might well say
Cave ne ante ullas catapultas ambules
"Exit, stage left"