Fab Feb

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

A slow, comfortable 10km yesterday kicked off February in nice style. And for this run I one-upped all you mp3 and DAB-carrying runners - for the entire 10km I had my own personal guitarist thrashing out a few tunes My mate James had his guitar with him and knocked out a heap of stuff in time to my metronomic poundings on the treadmill. No Deep Purple or Spiderbait (he's a purely classical guitarist) but a new and enjoyable, if not slightly odd experience...

It was probably just as well he was there - whilst I had my usual picture window view of the Derwent River, all I saw during the run was one lousy ferry and four tiny kayaks. Of course, within ten minutes of finishing, the river was suddenly full of outrageously colourful yachts and assorted sundry water craft out for the Wednesday afternoon races. Oh well, I sat down and watched them instead while rehydrating.

Tomorrow, it's back to the lovely but evil Rebecca for another torture session. If I survive, I shall report back then.