New position, anxious wait, stuff...

As of next year I'll be teaching at Maribyrnong College. I won't be directly exposed to their Sports School, but with Year 12 Business Management as one of my classes, no doubt there'll be kids in there who we'll here about in future. The interview went pretty well, the interviewers thought it went a little better than that, and thus my time at Hoppers ends on December 19. New beginnings...

The anxious wait? A bone scan tomorrow to determine whether the dreaded SF's have reared their head just over two years from their first occurrence. I'm come to the realisation the treadmill at home has become a bit of a crutch to lean on and may be a cause of the niggles I've been having recently, with rolling hill sessions causing an unnatural stride and subsequently playing havoc with my right leg. Again, let's wait for the results.

Stuff? I have just discovered what Mr Horse said in his classic UN address on the Ren & Stimpy show. "Cockroaches check in, but they don't check out" - not the "he said no sir he doesn't like it" as proclaimed by a journalist's hat-wearing Ren Hoek. This will only make sense to a select few...if you are not among them just nod and let me have my good lie down.

The windtrainer, then the year 10 kids' exams to mark and the night is done. Tonight's run was a toughie - 15 minutes easy, 7.5 minutes hard tempo, 2 easy, 7.5 h/t, 2 easy, 7.5 h/t, 2 easy, then 6 minutes of 30 sec surge/30 sec. shuffle, then a short cooldown home (yes, 'twas outdoors). A niggle at the base of my foot, but no problem with the shin. Why run when you're having a f%^king bone scan you ask? Because the running itch hadn't been scratched for two days, and I was going loopy.

Shalom.