Jumpin' Januaries, Batman!

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

The infernal heat has gone and it's even raining! There's much rejoicing in the MLCM household as we leave the windows and doors open and allow a cool, fresh breeze to rip through the house making us feel human again.

Didn't feel quite so human on this morning's run however, despite magnificent pre-dawn running conditions. The last few days of intense heat left us all mentally and physically exhausted, but I plodded on regardless and managed a respectable 7.7 km in a reasonable time.

LE JOG: Have now left St.Ives and am ... somewhere else. Travelling northwards, I know I plod on for a few weeks and then veer left toward Snowdonia and my first real target, Snowdon itself. Other than that, I am quite lost. Which is kind of fun.

Oh and the reason for the diversion to St.Ives was a simple one: one of my local pubs many moons ago used to be the St.Ives hotel, way over on the other side of the planet of course, in Hobart to be precise. A quaint little pub and latterly a micro-brewer, but I used to go there on Sunday afternoons for leisurely afternoons of live local jazz and beer. It was a great way to spend a lazy Sunday arvo, and I still fondly remember those days, hence the visit to the actual town of St.Ives.

Which, as Sweder indicated, was actually rather dispapointing. Maybe I just didn't visit the right pubs there.

Anyway, we're jogging on ever northwards now, with the enormity of the project beginning to sink in as the novelty wears off. But never fear, onwards we shall plod.

See you on the road somewhere.

LE JOG progress.