An angry run this morning. You know how it is: you're looking forward to your early run but you have a shitty night of little sleep. You get up too late, can't find anything, can't make anything work, then as you leave the house you have the crap scared out of you by a fruit bat that was hanging from your clothes line ... well OK, maybe you don't know what that last part is like, but perhaps you can imagine it. Nasty, brutish things that spread rabies and Hendra virus - you definitely don't want to get bitten by one.
Anyway. You get my drift. So I took out my frustrations on the footpath and bashed out a 53:56 10km highway run. Fast (for me), certainly. But angry runs are always ugly runs and my form was rubbish. Still, it did the job. I felt great afterward (albeit a little frantic as I was by then quite late for work) and gratifingly it was my third fastest time for the year on that course.
Despite my lateness I took time to wolf down a huge two-course breakfast of sausage and eggs followed by paw-paw, blueberries and vanilla bean yoghurt, and unsurprisingly felt absolutely tip-top. Maybe anger when channelled correctly isn't such a bad thing?
Five days now til race day, with just a lazy 5km on Thursday to round out my mini-taper.
Stupid
bat.
10km 53:56
YTD: 1,259.5km
Nooooooooovember
