I planned to double up yesterday, but the day just got away and it never eventuated.
The initial plan was to go to the gym and do a track session in the afternoon (2 x 2K hard + the run there and back) but after doing my initial session (5K of rolling hills on the treadmill, 21 minutes, 250m of climbing elevation, max HR 160) too late in the morning, time just ran out with grocery shopping & house stuff & various forms of stuffing around. On the upside, all those giving me crap about looking like Wolverine or House with the growing hair and the crazy chops (I do love the stirring though, it's great!) have to (and will) find something to stir me up about as I took the #3 to my noggin. I feel quite dirty doing what I'm about to do, but I'm going to bastardise a quote by Shania Twain...
"man, I feel like a runner..."
YUK, it's done (shudder!). Seriously though, getting the clippers to my head just puts me back in running mode, a mode I've struggled to recover since arriving home and coping the subsequent school load and other goings on.
The day ended on a very good note - Jen and I caught up with Marita and Andy for a feast of Norweigan meatballs, alcohol and homemade peppermint slice, out at their Coburg unit. We just chatted about the trip, played with their Guineas Elsie, Eddie and Gloria and watched a bit of Father Ted. A relaxed, unpretentious night-in with friends is pretty hard to top.
Ana Ivanovic won the women's French Open - her "grunt-free" beauty could well send the sport through the roof. Now for the Rog to beat Nadal...yeah right...
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