Oh I ran this morning in the foghorn mourn, touched the ground in the lightest way 94 kg can, legs running so very smoothly; shirt off to feel drizzle in the darkness; Fingernails glitter in the sparkle-night, toes call out, “us too, cut holes in the shoe”...
Drizzle or the overcast sky laughing at an early plopper doing the last of only 4 of the 500 m hill reps? Glad Robyn was awake to pull the trigger-words “peaked too soon”. My target-7 reps:hard work is good you know. Heart-rate up past Comrades slog level, but not...
Warm morning, easy running, no problem to go out, to run harder to feel that what I do is training. My friend Linda suggests discipline gets me up-I wish I had an iron will. Something else drives me: maybe I need to be strong for my family and my autumn years; maybe...
Three Sundays from now I’ll be peeing on a dry bush at the bottom of Fields Hill, maybe someone’s toes. Getting agitated. Flushed legs with 20 min gym cycle this morning, electrolyte cap, lots of water. Didn’t that do wonders? Now the strain on the...
Wake to downpour, drink slow coffee, step into drizzle. Run cold, hands in pockets. Trees-drip, gutters gurgle. Rain goes. Shift gear, arms up, what’s this? Just a jump from tractor power to free-plopping. Smile rise, grin bake, car swoosh, lights go green. Gear down,...
