Picked it up from Narrabeen bridge and actually felt more comfortable running 4min kms than 4:30's. All up 2:11 something with the final 10km about 39:30. Had some mad chick beeping her horn at us both on the way out and back. Turns out it was Elle.
Then watched Charlie play cricket but had no time for brekkie. Got home and bonked on the sofa. Far out, I was gone. I was brought around by Bec's pancakes with lemon and sugar. I was like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, suddenly had energy to do my chores.
Might break the sugar fast tonight and take tomorrow off.
1 comment:
Pretty sure Kirst wouldn't want you telling the world (well the 5 readers that you have) about what you did once you got home?
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