I was all excited yesterday morning, hence I woke up at 0515 hours! I drifted off back to sleep before my alarm went off at 0630. Goodbye, leisurely Sunday mornings, for the time being, anyway.
I rocked up on time, resplendent in my new compression shorts, cap and fuel belt, to the Eaglemont tennis courts. No loo – had to find a place to squat
My inner bully said “you are too fat and slow to be here”.
I said “no I’m not”. “Fuck you, inner bully.”
The inner bully showed her head a little bit during the run, but mostly kept away.
It was long – over 16km. It was hilly. At the beginning and end, when stationary, I got attacked by mutant mosquitoes, who paid no mind to the applied aerogard. Between the bruises on my legs from a massage, and the mozzie bites, I look like I have been engaged in trench warfare.
My pace over the 16 and a bit km was 7:30 on average, and kept fairly solid. Not bad, considering it was hilly. I got tired at the 14km mark – the inclines and weather probably took it out of me. There were a few walk breaks on the inclines in the last 2 kms. It went quick and I managed the solitude well.
I did good. I have far to go, but pat on the back where it is due.
Here is the honest truth. I am dreading Christmas. I don’t even wanna go there. I want to call in sick. Cancel it. I have bought presents for people etc but other than that I don’t want any part of it.
I am managing things swimmingly well at the moment but OMG it all goes to shit when I think of Christmas. It amplifies everything.
That’s all I am gonna say about that. So much on my mind, none of it can be said here.