Monday, June 01, 2009

Step aside Mr Lindop, Mr High is in the house....

Running wise, pretty uneventful. Drank far too much on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, meaning I'm wrecked. Running tends to curb my excesses so I need to get back into it. Friday was a great night with the Striders Dinner and listening to Deek speak. We retired to the seediest pub in town to play pool, where Timmy L was on fire as usual but was matched (and, later on surpassed) by Dicky H. I think it was more a question of Timmy not being able to hold his beer as well.

Disappointing to hear Muz and Wildman will shortly be leaving us. Both will be much missed from the HuRT Squad, not only as great runners but great socialisers too.

Managed to drag myself out for a run on Sunday. Just an easy jog again - this time from the Pittwater Rd car park at Queenscliff lagoon to Shelly Beach and back in 26:46. Heel still OK but not as good as early last week. Realised that I took 2 Nurofen last Sunday night when I had Man Flu which most likely removed all pain from the achilles at the same time.

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