This week I took Monday off as I was late home from work and running in the dark when it's cold and wet is not too appealing. I could have gone out to the garage and jumped on my wind trainer but that's almost worse ... in a different kind of way. Anyway, the off season is all about going a bit easy on yourself. There will be plenty of times in August and September when I'll need to harden up and hit the road in rotten weather.
Tuesday was almost mild so I ran 12 k after work, 10 k on Wednesday and 13 k on Thursday. Thursday's run was meant to be 10 but I was day dreaming when I got to the 5 k turn around so I carried on down the hill. I was loving running in shorts again! It was pretty dark by the time I got to the turnaround hedge and the new people in the farm house just before the turn have some very ferocious sounding dogs. "Lucky they're kenneled up" I thought. On the way back towards the house the barking was getting louder and seemed to be getting much closer. I saw a black dog against the black road in the inky blackness that unfortunately was there! (Ref. 'Not the 9 o'clock News' ... like the blind man in the dark room looking for a black cat ... which isn't there). I ran to the left and in a deep growly authoritative type voice yelled " Yaaah, git, gowaaarn home!!" ... immediately out of the blackness came a much louder, deeper and far more convincing " Get the f#%* back in here ya f#%*ing mongrel!!!" followed closely by a "Sorry mate" ... "No worries" I sqweaked back .." Yaawwlright?"... "yep"... I trotted off down the road proud of the fact that although I'd swerved a bit I hadn't broken my stride.
I was caught out by the fact that I hadn't been that far along the road since June 1 when the new dairy farming year kicks off so there's new people (sharemilkers and farm workers) all around the district. Me and their dogs will just have to get use to each other in the coming months.
Friday was another 10 k, in the rain this time.
Saturday was sorting out Donkey fencing, shoveling Donkey doos and general chores before going to Tokoroa for Tu's 50th birthday. Tu teaches with Special K. He and his family are all pretty large and when I saw lunch I could see why. What a spread! What else could a skinny undersized triathlete do? I had 2 large helpings of the main course of roast beef, roast vegies, cauliflower cheese ... followed by too much cheese cake, pudding and birthday cake. It's the biggest pigout binge fest I've had in ages and when we got home in the afternoon all I could do was fall asleep on the sofa.
That's been my week.
The people of Mt.Albert did what the rest of NZ couldn't and put Labour's David Shearer into Parliament. I think the short sighted motorway and the highly unpopular Super City plans of the current Government did the trick for him. Look out for David Shearer though, he could well be the next Labour Prime Minister. Would have been nice to see the Greens do better. They are the voice of public transport and cycling initiatives which make good sense to everyone except the Aucklanders in their SUV's.
No comments:
Post a Comment