August 2011

[Sweder]

An updatelette on my P2P preparations is overdue.
Eight runs in eleven days, mostly modest plods at around the thirty to thirty-five minute mark. All hilly and, with the exception of Sunday's Wire session when I took on some tarmac, off road.

So far so good. A few minor niggles have surfaced but the overall feeling is one of returning form and tired muscles. That there are any muscles at all is a source of relief after what by any standard has been a slothful summer. Running thirteen miles up a Tazmanian mountain carries a number of prerequisites, primarily good lungs, strong glutes, a decent core and a tiny brain (so as not to think too much about the improbability of the challenge). To (loosely) paraphrase Mr Loaf, one out of four ain't terribly good, but it's a start.

Travel looms large and ugly on the good ship Sweder's horizon.
In two weeks I head to Hong Kong for an event, thence to the choking smogbowl that is Mexico City (via San Francisco) before the final slog home. 22 days on the road with minimal running opportunities and a plethora of invitations to imbibe and overindulge. It'll take a monumental effort to strap on the runners before or after working 16 hour days. I set sail safe in the knowledge that if I don't I may as well try to run up Everest as attempt P2P in November.

Selah, and, as the vertitable Hashers of Hong Kong would say, On on!