Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Office To St Vincents - 29-10-14
No run Mon/Tue. Quick run into see Serena. Knees are pretty sore, but still managed a fair pace. Pushed to the limit along Moore Park trying to catch hipster cyclists.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Maroubra Fun Run 2014
Jogged over with a about half an hour to spare. The organisation was much improved this year.
It was hot. Probably 23 in the shade and maybe 27 at the end.
Met up with the Leamons,Neil,Amy before the start. Wheelchairs started 5 mins earlier this year.
Pipe band played the usual stirring tunes and then we were off. I caught Neil just before the Beauchamp st roundabout and then followed the first female for the whole event.
First lap was 15.23 then the heat took its toll. I slowly lost pace but I didn't lose a position. Everyone slowed. Second lap in 16.52 for 32.15 for 8k.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Post Marathon runs
Not many. Just one 10k last week and 3 * 10k this week. Fortunately no particular injuries.
One memorable run was from Malabar to UTS to see Honor's ACYA presentation. Impressive.
Met Louise from Malabar along the way at Moore Park.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Melbourne Marathon Oct 12th 2014
I entered this with no idea of my fitness. Because this year I have not entered any races since Boston except the C2S.
I ran better than I thought I would in the C2S and managed 57.30.
But I have done no 10k races and just didn't know what would happen in this marathon.
I had also only attended the Star runs irregularly and often struggled.
However I did plenty of running on my own. This included some great runs up and down the escarpments behind Cairns, behind Wollongong, and here and there.
The best training I have had is running to St Vincents from the office several evenings a week to visit Serena. I am usually delayed at work so I am always under the Gun to get there and have to sprint. I also often have little races with the bike rider along the Moore Park track.It must have helped.
I went to Melbourne mainly as a family outing. Serena drove down with me and got some time on her L's. Michele and Honor flew down. We stayed in a great semi in South Yarra close to the Chapel St clothes shops and cafes. So the ladies were happy.
I jogged in to the MCG to pick up my bib early Sat morning. It was about 4k. My legs felt like artificial limbs. Heavy and stiff. I thought I would be lucky to beat the 3.12 in Boston. Quite likely 3.15 would be realistic.
Next day I had a pleasant jog to the start. My legs did feel better. I met a number of Striders at the start which was very well organised. The weather was calm and about 12 degrees.
Off we went and I ran with no plan at all. Just a vague goal of 90mins for the half.
I quickly fell into 4.10 pace and found myself next to a guy in a red singlet who ended up running near me the whole way.
It was flat and.. well a bit boring. But it was easier to concentrate than at Boston with the intense crowd, the noise and the emotion.
Here there were very few spectators, and by 20k I was just in a little group. I just tried to concentrate on an even pace.
It hurt till 12k then it didn't. I started feeling good. And confident. The pace wasn't falling off. I passed 21k in 87.30. Then 30k in 2h5m30s. Still felt pretty good.
I had a bag of minties and kept one in my mouth the whole way.
I knew the pace couldn't last, but I was surprised it had lasted so long.
I also knew the hill up to the war memorial would be tough. It was.
At 35k my pace suddenly dropped as I entered the park. It dropped gradually down to 5min k's with three k's to go. It hurt.
With about 1k to go the red singlet man said the only thing to me in the whole race, He sensed my pace plummeting and just gasped "let's go mate"
I tagged on to his shoulder and we ran the last couple of corners together and over the line.Finish time. 3h01m31s. My second fastest time ever.
Red shirt guy and I shook hands on the line and then I walked through the nearly vacant finish area to where Michele was waiting in the park.
We then walked back to South Yarra passing the Marathon runners and I observed the many different states of the runners faces. Some were grinning, some were in pain, some just looked like they wished they had stayed in bed. I wondered why they do it, why do I do it?
Honor and Serena met us at the Tall Timbers cafe (really really good) and we had a very excellent breakfast followed by a full afternoon of browsing in clothes shops.
The weather was magnificent. We had hotpot in the evening.
We had another pleasant day together in downtown Melbourne on Monday before M& H flew back and Serena and I drove back on Tue.
(Also had the best ever Lamb Shank with sweet potato at a restaurant called Culina)
All in all a good weekend that somewhat rekindled my desire to run marathons.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Boston 2014 Race Report
The problem with these big marathons is that the entry is 6 months before the race, so you can't know if you will be fit.
So it was with two minds that I went ahead with this event after the knee injury in Jan/Feb and the continuing flu from a couple of weeks ago.
The Boston Striders hosted us very well and I stood on the start line feeling quite fresh.
To get to the start line involved two security screens. At the first, we had a pat down. There was a line for women and a line for men. I had three energy gels pinned inside the front of my pants. The metal detector kept going off and the old guy doing the patting down kept touching my groin and saying "is that a gel in there?" I just kept a straight face and said "yes mate, it a gel, large size"
Conditions were perfect. Cool with no wind. I was in Corral 6 with a little cluster of four Aussies. We had a good chat and then we all shook and hands and wished each other good luck.
Everyone in a race field and the crowd was in a very good mood and there was the usual lump in throat emotion as the bass baritone singing the Star Spangled Banner came to an almighty climax and a fly past of Black Hawks went overhead right on cue.
Then we were off...slowly. It took three minutes for us cross the line as runners paused to get their faces on TV as they passed over the mats.
I had a rough plan of doing the half in 90 minutes and then to run by how I felt.
And that's how it turned out, I crossed 21.1kms in 90 minutes exactly. I felt OK but I knew that I would lose time from the then onwards on as the hills were approaching. Boston is a downhill course overall but that doesn't make it easy. The combination of the long down hill to 21km followed by a series of four crests to 32k then a flat run to this finish has brought many hopeful runners undone.
The crowd was beside themselves with enthusiasm and it was several people deep for most of the way from the 10k mark. They noticed my Sydney Striders shirt and called out "C'mon Australia" and "You got this Sydney".
At one stage I had a burst of enthusiasm and started Hi-fiving the lines of little hands poking through the security barriers and I called out "Go Boston". This sent the crowd into paroxysms of joy and an extra loud roar went up followed by "USA, USA" But I couldn't keep that up for more than a few minutes and most of the second half consisted of gritting my teeth and concentrating on my stride and my next little goal.
Usually all I could manage when some one cheered for me was just to raise a finger, but they liked that too.
The noise at times was painful but undeniably encouraging. The Wellesly girls were especially imploring this year to try and get a kiss. Many amusing signs were held out by the good looking girls such as "Kiss me I am graduating its my last chance" or " Kiss me I don't mind beards, sweat, or oldies" ( I stayed away from their clutches but I enjoyed seeing other runners disappear into a sea of arms and lips and emerged dazed but happy))
There were many inspirational sights along the way such as the Hoyts in their final run, the legless runners on carbon fibre blades, the wheelies and the blind with their guides.
Sometimes it was a struggle to keep on running as dark thoughts about quitting entered my head, but I plodded on, thinking of the people who inspire me but still losing time all the way.
The hills weren't too bad and fortunately I started overtaking a lot of people who were flagging.
Mark Schaefer overtook me half way up Heartbreak Hill looking fresh and gave a me a friendly pat on the back.
There were many dead soldiers from the hills onwards as the temp rose to about 20 degrees. I saw quite a few getting first aid.
Some were very fit looking young men and I realised they must also have entered injured or ill but they were determined to be part of it. That was a common feeling.
Along the flat ground to the finish the crowd was in a frenzy and was occupying every possible vantage point. If someone started walking, the crowd screamed at them to start running again and that certainly made me determined not to walk.
The CITGO sign seemed to take forever to reach after I first saw it coming over Heartbreak Hill. Finally it passed behind me, then Fenway Park where Kate, Frank and Geoff were watching the Red Sox game , and then at last the turn into Boylston St, past the bombing sites and over the finish line in 3.13. It was not possible to have dry eyes in that final stretch. That was a very long 500 metres.
I felt pretty crappy after crossing the line but the super happy enthusiasm of the volunteers lifted me up and I drifted along in a daze for 100m up the road past many collapsed runners and then I "collapsed" at the first free spot on the foot path against a light pole and at last took a rest. It was so good not to be running anymore and just rest.
Then I commenced a huge sneezing fit. The crowd around me called out "God bless you" after every sneeze, little did they know it would go on for 15 minutes!
A couple of times a medic came over to check on me, but I told him I was OK (even though I wasn't sure)
Then I got some help to stand up and shuffled past the many medical volunteers who were holding out wheelchairs to me but also saying enthusiastically "congratulations awesome job" and clapping, (it was a little embarrassing but quite touching as they were so earnest)
I made my way to where the complimentary phones were located. I needed to tell Frank and Co that the gym was at a new location this year. Fortunately I bumped into them just near the phones by random chance. Many happy hugs were exchanged and then we all went to the gym together through a sea of cheerful faces and an atmosphere of goodwill, and I think also relief that the event had gone so well.
It was great to have a hot shower right next to the finish line and to change into fresh clothes. The Boston Striders are highly organised and hospitable.
Then we had a pleasant lunch in the cafe upstairs and caught the train back to Foxboro.
This Boston marathon was a wonderful experience which I was pleased and proud to take part in. The events of last year were tragic and will always haunt Boston but the silver lining was the extraordinary outpouring of goodwill this year. The motto of the run was "we all run boston" and all Bostonians (who are stereotyped as a cranky bunch who are just as likely to boo as cheer) universally supported this event. This was demonstrated in many ways but especially by the numerous strangers who walked up to me with their hand out, a big smile, and said sincerely "thank you for running."
From a running point of view it was a slow time and I would have been better off not starting and concentrating on training back to full fitness. But this event was about more than my running time and I have been affected by the whole experience emotionally.
Another bonus is that I suffered no knee pain during or after the run. Go figure? So now I have a new goal, and that is to train for the Sydney Marathon in September which will be my tenth anniversary of marathon running.
Oh wait.. There's more. I have written this on the plane between Boston and
LA. I ordered some food during the flight and the stewardess refused payment saying "You deserve it because you ran the marathon" Ha ha tough luck for the guy next to me who had to break out his credit card.
So it was with two minds that I went ahead with this event after the knee injury in Jan/Feb and the continuing flu from a couple of weeks ago.
The Boston Striders hosted us very well and I stood on the start line feeling quite fresh.
To get to the start line involved two security screens. At the first, we had a pat down. There was a line for women and a line for men. I had three energy gels pinned inside the front of my pants. The metal detector kept going off and the old guy doing the patting down kept touching my groin and saying "is that a gel in there?" I just kept a straight face and said "yes mate, it a gel, large size"
Conditions were perfect. Cool with no wind. I was in Corral 6 with a little cluster of four Aussies. We had a good chat and then we all shook and hands and wished each other good luck.
Everyone in a race field and the crowd was in a very good mood and there was the usual lump in throat emotion as the bass baritone singing the Star Spangled Banner came to an almighty climax and a fly past of Black Hawks went overhead right on cue.
Then we were off...slowly. It took three minutes for us cross the line as runners paused to get their faces on TV as they passed over the mats.
I had a rough plan of doing the half in 90 minutes and then to run by how I felt.
And that's how it turned out, I crossed 21.1kms in 90 minutes exactly. I felt OK but I knew that I would lose time from the then onwards on as the hills were approaching. Boston is a downhill course overall but that doesn't make it easy. The combination of the long down hill to 21km followed by a series of four crests to 32k then a flat run to this finish has brought many hopeful runners undone.
The crowd was beside themselves with enthusiasm and it was several people deep for most of the way from the 10k mark. They noticed my Sydney Striders shirt and called out "C'mon Australia" and "You got this Sydney".
At one stage I had a burst of enthusiasm and started Hi-fiving the lines of little hands poking through the security barriers and I called out "Go Boston". This sent the crowd into paroxysms of joy and an extra loud roar went up followed by "USA, USA" But I couldn't keep that up for more than a few minutes and most of the second half consisted of gritting my teeth and concentrating on my stride and my next little goal.
Usually all I could manage when some one cheered for me was just to raise a finger, but they liked that too.
The noise at times was painful but undeniably encouraging. The Wellesly girls were especially imploring this year to try and get a kiss. Many amusing signs were held out by the good looking girls such as "Kiss me I am graduating its my last chance" or " Kiss me I don't mind beards, sweat, or oldies" ( I stayed away from their clutches but I enjoyed seeing other runners disappear into a sea of arms and lips and emerged dazed but happy))
There were many inspirational sights along the way such as the Hoyts in their final run, the legless runners on carbon fibre blades, the wheelies and the blind with their guides.
Sometimes it was a struggle to keep on running as dark thoughts about quitting entered my head, but I plodded on, thinking of the people who inspire me but still losing time all the way.
The hills weren't too bad and fortunately I started overtaking a lot of people who were flagging.
Mark Schaefer overtook me half way up Heartbreak Hill looking fresh and gave a me a friendly pat on the back.
There were many dead soldiers from the hills onwards as the temp rose to about 20 degrees. I saw quite a few getting first aid.
Some were very fit looking young men and I realised they must also have entered injured or ill but they were determined to be part of it. That was a common feeling.
Along the flat ground to the finish the crowd was in a frenzy and was occupying every possible vantage point. If someone started walking, the crowd screamed at them to start running again and that certainly made me determined not to walk.
The CITGO sign seemed to take forever to reach after I first saw it coming over Heartbreak Hill. Finally it passed behind me, then Fenway Park where Kate, Frank and Geoff were watching the Red Sox game , and then at last the turn into Boylston St, past the bombing sites and over the finish line in 3.13. It was not possible to have dry eyes in that final stretch. That was a very long 500 metres.
I felt pretty crappy after crossing the line but the super happy enthusiasm of the volunteers lifted me up and I drifted along in a daze for 100m up the road past many collapsed runners and then I "collapsed" at the first free spot on the foot path against a light pole and at last took a rest. It was so good not to be running anymore and just rest.
Then I commenced a huge sneezing fit. The crowd around me called out "God bless you" after every sneeze, little did they know it would go on for 15 minutes!
A couple of times a medic came over to check on me, but I told him I was OK (even though I wasn't sure)
Then I got some help to stand up and shuffled past the many medical volunteers who were holding out wheelchairs to me but also saying enthusiastically "congratulations awesome job" and clapping, (it was a little embarrassing but quite touching as they were so earnest)
I made my way to where the complimentary phones were located. I needed to tell Frank and Co that the gym was at a new location this year. Fortunately I bumped into them just near the phones by random chance. Many happy hugs were exchanged and then we all went to the gym together through a sea of cheerful faces and an atmosphere of goodwill, and I think also relief that the event had gone so well.
It was great to have a hot shower right next to the finish line and to change into fresh clothes. The Boston Striders are highly organised and hospitable.
Then we had a pleasant lunch in the cafe upstairs and caught the train back to Foxboro.
This Boston marathon was a wonderful experience which I was pleased and proud to take part in. The events of last year were tragic and will always haunt Boston but the silver lining was the extraordinary outpouring of goodwill this year. The motto of the run was "we all run boston" and all Bostonians (who are stereotyped as a cranky bunch who are just as likely to boo as cheer) universally supported this event. This was demonstrated in many ways but especially by the numerous strangers who walked up to me with their hand out, a big smile, and said sincerely "thank you for running."
From a running point of view it was a slow time and I would have been better off not starting and concentrating on training back to full fitness. But this event was about more than my running time and I have been affected by the whole experience emotionally.
Another bonus is that I suffered no knee pain during or after the run. Go figure? So now I have a new goal, and that is to train for the Sydney Marathon in September which will be my tenth anniversary of marathon running.
Oh wait.. There's more. I have written this on the plane between Boston and
LA. I ordered some food during the flight and the stewardess refused payment saying "You deserve it because you ran the marathon" Ha ha tough luck for the guy next to me who had to break out his credit card.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Boston via PNG
Two great runs on the weekend have given me some confidence that I won't embarrass myself in Boston.
First the Cape Banks run and then the Roseville STAR. Monday ran to Maroubra for spin class and back. No run on Tue as I had a hectic day at work.
Now I am on a plane to Lihir Island PNG for an urgent ship inspection. Stopped in Cairns last night and had a pleasant slow jog/walk around town. Nice place.
Not best preparation but have to pay the bills.
First the Cape Banks run and then the Roseville STAR. Monday ran to Maroubra for spin class and back. No run on Tue as I had a hectic day at work.
Now I am on a plane to Lihir Island PNG for an urgent ship inspection. Stopped in Cairns last night and had a pleasant slow jog/walk around town. Nice place.
Not best preparation but have to pay the bills.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
And thats where it ended ... until now - Boston 1 week to go.
Unknown to me the injury on January 5th was not a normal niggle and would derail all my plans. I couldn't run in the Bogong to Hotham. I could still walk so that's what I did. Ed and I hiked from Bogong to Langfords Gap and saw the leaders come past down the hill to Big River. They were impressive.
After some unsuccessful physio I saw Dr Grace Bryant and had an MRI. The result was torn meniscus. Bummer. But she prescribed an NSAID called Meloxibel which was immediately beneficial (Voltaren had done nothing). Slowly over the next two months I was able to start running. I plodded the Equaliser with Stefica, I ran Six Foot Track in 5.12 (which included a lot of walking), and Striders 10k last week at Lane Cove in my slowest time ever of 40.40.
A big dose of the flu four weeks ago didn't help but I am now feeling some form coming back just in time for Boston. I won't have a fast run, but I am grateful just to be able to make the distance after the misery of being unable to run for two months.
After some unsuccessful physio I saw Dr Grace Bryant and had an MRI. The result was torn meniscus. Bummer. But she prescribed an NSAID called Meloxibel which was immediately beneficial (Voltaren had done nothing). Slowly over the next two months I was able to start running. I plodded the Equaliser with Stefica, I ran Six Foot Track in 5.12 (which included a lot of walking), and Striders 10k last week at Lane Cove in my slowest time ever of 40.40.
A big dose of the flu four weeks ago didn't help but I am now feeling some form coming back just in time for Boston. I won't have a fast run, but I am grateful just to be able to make the distance after the misery of being unable to run for two months.
Sunday, January 05, 2014
Very Light Week
Sun Jan 5th- No long run last Sunday due to family commitments. Then no run till a 7k run on Friday. No run Sat. Didn't mind too much since I had various sore bit including right foot, left achilles that needed a rest. Then today ran from Wisemans Ferry to Leets Vale and back. My right knee became very sore and I had to walk quite a bit of it. Not a good sign for B2H.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Bay Run Sat 28th. Dec 2013
Slow run with Rob 9k around Bay run then quick solo effort for 7k at sub 4k's.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Christmas Day Cape Banks Loop
Tried my very best to set a PB around this circuit. I hope to get around in under 1.06. Perfect weather. Overcast with light southerly. Ran strongly to Lapa and was surprised to get to the bubblier in only 37.50. Timing must have been a bit dodgy previously. So that left 28.10 mins to go 6.3km's which is only 4.42km/min. But the first 7k had taken it out of me and made it back in 1.06.17. Its 13.2k all up but the first half has three beaches and lots of ups and downs. Great B2H training and I will have another crack at 1.05?? before B2H.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Bay Run Boxing Day 2013
Easy 8k run round the Bay with Rob. Then went to Rose Bay and ran three loops of Heartbreak Hill for 18k all up.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Airport Adventure Star Sun 22nd Dec
Ran with Tim, Dave and Paul. Steady pace of 45min to 10k. Then picked up a bit towards the back half. It was very warm and sticky. Constant water stops required. Able to run strongly to the end. Unlike other attempts at this course where I have bonked big time. Left knee very sore. Pain came and went through run.
Cape Banks Loop Sat 21st Dec
Out with Serena for a 10k walk and then the loop to Cape Banks in the heat. Fell in with a couple of young guys and ran strongly to Lapa. Then solo back home. It became very warm and I had to rest to cool down under a beautiful gum tree at the entrance of Namatajira. A resident came in and gave me a lecture on why it should be chopped down. Weird.
Made in back in 1.06.50.
Made in back in 1.06.50.
Cape Banks loop - again Wed 18th
Rested Mon/tue. Legs very sore. But plenty of exercise at work. Ran as fast as I could. Came in at 1.07.00.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Hangzhou April 2013 - (Forgot to Post this)
I left San Diego on Monday morning after Amit kindly gave me a lift to the airport. The plane left an hour late so I missed my connecting flight in Beijing. Fortunately Beijing airport is incredibly well organised with helpful staff and bilingual signs everywhere. So I was able to get a later flight and arrived at the motel in Hangzhou at 3am.
Honor was already in the room but was quite ill with Hangzhou belly. Somehow I got up at 6am and went on a wonderful run around the fabled West Lake. It was a cool overcast day and the total distance must have been about 15 km. It was a very interesting run where I discovered that Chinese are friendly, they love exercise, they are not self conscious.
This was the beginning of five wonderful days with Honor where we explored Hangzhou upside down.
The second great run I went on was up to the top of the ridge behind the motel. I arrived at 6.30am and was invited to join a stretching group of locals at the pagoda on top of the ridge. So for half an hour we gently stretched and I laughed at the many comments that were directed my way. They were in Mandarin so I just laughed along.
Then I ran down the ridge and back up again. Then I followed the ridge along to the Pagoda on the north end. The views from the ridge were magnificent looking across the West lake. There was a surprise around every corner from the ancient monastery, to the exposed cliff faces with ancient carved pathways, to the songbird groups who carry their songbirds in cages to the top of the ridge each morning and hang them in cages to sing.
My third run was on the last day and it was a big one. I ran from the motel up the Linyin ridge all the way to the Linyin temple on the summit. In the lower reaches there was quite a few people about but as I climbed became alone. As I moved along the top of the ridge the bell of the temple sounded. It was eerie and inspiring. For how many centuries had the faithful been called to prayer by that off tone bell.
On the summit the temple was crowded with people which surprised me, then I saw the reason, a cable car! I was soon on the long track to the bottom and feeling pretty good. At the bottom I passed through the manicured gardens of the Temple which was full of tourists. So I came to a T intersection, mmmmm... left or right? With my infallible sense of direction I chose left which took me into a tunnel! This was a two kilometre two lane traffic tunnel which went back under the mountain range I had come over. Fortunately there was an good foot path on each side of the tunnel and the ventilation was excellent. I enjoyed the tunnel and absolutely sprinted through there laughing and hollering.
Fortunately I understood where I was and knew that if I turned right after exiting the tunnel that I would go back to the Uni. I was getting tired and I had one good tumble on some rough road but the damage was slight.
After two hours I arrived back at the motel and then Honor and I went to explore the gigantic Hangzhou silk market.
Honor was already in the room but was quite ill with Hangzhou belly. Somehow I got up at 6am and went on a wonderful run around the fabled West Lake. It was a cool overcast day and the total distance must have been about 15 km. It was a very interesting run where I discovered that Chinese are friendly, they love exercise, they are not self conscious.
This was the beginning of five wonderful days with Honor where we explored Hangzhou upside down.
The second great run I went on was up to the top of the ridge behind the motel. I arrived at 6.30am and was invited to join a stretching group of locals at the pagoda on top of the ridge. So for half an hour we gently stretched and I laughed at the many comments that were directed my way. They were in Mandarin so I just laughed along.
Then I ran down the ridge and back up again. Then I followed the ridge along to the Pagoda on the north end. The views from the ridge were magnificent looking across the West lake. There was a surprise around every corner from the ancient monastery, to the exposed cliff faces with ancient carved pathways, to the songbird groups who carry their songbirds in cages to the top of the ridge each morning and hang them in cages to sing.
My third run was on the last day and it was a big one. I ran from the motel up the Linyin ridge all the way to the Linyin temple on the summit. In the lower reaches there was quite a few people about but as I climbed became alone. As I moved along the top of the ridge the bell of the temple sounded. It was eerie and inspiring. For how many centuries had the faithful been called to prayer by that off tone bell.
On the summit the temple was crowded with people which surprised me, then I saw the reason, a cable car! I was soon on the long track to the bottom and feeling pretty good. At the bottom I passed through the manicured gardens of the Temple which was full of tourists. So I came to a T intersection, mmmmm... left or right? With my infallible sense of direction I chose left which took me into a tunnel! This was a two kilometre two lane traffic tunnel which went back under the mountain range I had come over. Fortunately there was an good foot path on each side of the tunnel and the ventilation was excellent. I enjoyed the tunnel and absolutely sprinted through there laughing and hollering.
Fortunately I understood where I was and knew that if I turned right after exiting the tunnel that I would go back to the Uni. I was getting tired and I had one good tumble on some rough road but the damage was slight.
After two hours I arrived back at the motel and then Honor and I went to explore the gigantic Hangzhou silk market.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Christmas Star Sun 15/12/13
Arrived late. Didn't start running till 7am. Pleasant run from the Spit to North Head along the Manly Scenic Walk. Great scenery. Fell in with a runner called Toby towards the end who is also entered in Six Foot. All up about 30k in 2.20. Funny thing is they had no maps left at the start so I just winged it. Turned out they didn't go along the MSW, but I think my route was better.
Cape Banks Loop PB Fri 13/12/13
I took four days off after last Sunday's Star as I was physically exhausted. My left knee hurt and my right heel was bruised. On Friday evening I made it out without much enthusiasm. I ran the high tide route and came home in 1.06.30 which is faster than ever before. I didn't run very quickly but the rest allowed me to push on without a rest.
Sunday, December 08, 2013
Lap of the Lake STAR Sun 8/12/13
Ran with Jonathan a 50 yo Kiwi. He's fit and we kept a cracking pace to 18k when I had to make an emergency toilet stop at Warriewood Maccas. I lost touch with him and then ran back solo cutting off the Warriewood loop. It was beautiful day but quite warm. Left knee has started hurting. 28.5k all up in about 2.10. Tired at the end. I gave it a good crack.
Lifting Out the Motor Sat 7th Dec 2013
With Neil and Graeme lifting the seized motor out of the lifeboat
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