What a day.
Today was "Open Day" at work, which resulted in thousands of the unwashed demons of hell (i.e. members of the public) traipsing through my work place with all the dread hassles that entails. Not to mention a good dose of Murphy's Law which ensures all those calamities that normally don't happen, do now happen given that it's the worst possible time for them to eventuate.
At least I was getting paid. Most of the poor buggers (fellow employees) had been coerced into giving up "just two short hours" of their time to help out, which of course meant they worked their arses off for the full 6 hours (and more) that we were "open" for. Ah well, such is life in the glamour industry that is public broadcasting.
Urgh.
Given there was little time for such luxuries as refreshment breaks, I left work feeling completely shagged out and dehydrated, but still had to shoehorn a 12km run into my schedule before heading out again to drink strong beer and red wine with a bass player mate of mine.
I won't say it was a pretty 12km because it wasn't. It was carved out of a block of pure antagonism laced with ascerbic difficulty and a good dose of indifference. But I ground out the bugger and thus completed a 34km week, and totalled 127 kilometres for the month, which is by far my best month of running ever.
So I really did/am enjoying that half bottle of red. And also a six-pack of Coopers' Sparkling Ale - you guys definitely can buy it in UK, so track it down and try it. It's good gear. It's easy to spot - it has a distinctive old fashioned red label. It's one of the last independent family-owned breweries over here not yet bought out by the multi-national conglomerates (not for want of trying). A bit like Harvey's, perhaps.
So. April was a corker of a month for me as far as the running is concerned. It's the first April in which I've not been forced to stop running through injury. This bodes well for the rest of the year. It hasn't been easy - in fact it's required a lot of care and attention to prevent injury. Measured running, ice and rest as well as anti-inflammatories have been dished out in large quantities to keep me going, but it has worked. Now to move on. And that means hill work and speed work.
And probably a lot more red wine.
Hehe.
Life's good when you run.