I've said it many times before, but I am not, never have been and never will be an early morning person: and that is doubly, nay
trebly so when it's cold. When it's literally freezing, as it was this morning, the chances of me getting out there and running are incredibly remote.
No prizes then for guessing that (a) it was cold enough to snap-freeze Satan's kidneys this morning, and that (b) I did
not get up and go for my scheduled morning run. Instead I lay there shivering under the blankets and wondering how the hell I was going to get this run ticked off when I wasn't likely to get home until very late in the evening when it would again be very bloody cold and I'd have the added disincentive of a day's work under my belt and (as it happens) a little agreeable grog as well.
Well fear not, intrepid marathon-campaign-viewer, against the odds I
did indeed get out and complete the run, despite the intense cold, despite the lateness of the hour, despite intense tiredness and even having been coerced into drinking an agreeable semillon/chardonnay blend from a small, somewhat elevated winery somewhere just to the south of the Clare Valley in South Australia not an hour beforehand.
It was cold, slow and wheezy (the run, not the wine) but I did it, and I'm glad. It was touch and go, but stick to the schedule I did.
6.5km in an ugly but OK 39m30s (including 4 hills).
TdJ: Bruce Springsteen's
Dancing in the Dark (appropriate, as it was bin night)
.
According to my running log, I've now clocked 201 kilometres over the last seven weeks: a helluva lot more to go yet, but this is the best start to any campaign for me ever. 
Adelaide Marathon Campaign - Week 6 of 16.
