May as well ... 2014

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

No excuses. That seems to be the mantra of successful people, and as I lay there in bed it was true that I couldn't think of a single one. Nup. Body felt fine. Weather was fine. Garmin was charged, I had clean running kit and I had nothing else on my schedule for the day.

Darn it, I was just going to have to get out there and do the sodding run.

To tell the truth, it was a glorious autumnal day, just perfect for running, so I'm not sure why I was even reluctant. I headed out through Lane Cove National Park for a planned 22km and it was fabulous - really very, very pleasant running indeed. However on my return to suburbia at about the 19km mark I tanked badly, and called it quits after 20.3km. A little disappointing, but it is a very hilly run and I haven't been feeling at my best lately, so I'll take it. A 20km run is a 20km run after all.

Despite tanking, I'm mighty glad I made the effort. Otherwise, what's a day off for?