Planned longer, only managed 8km around the City. Too sore after an early morning massage. That said, was feeling better at the end after picking the pace up, so much so that I nearly headed out again. But curbed my enthusiasm thinking of the long game. Nice to run with Barts and Scotty on their cool down for the middle part.
Maybe I'm just a bit grumpy but finding a number of identities very annoying at the moment. In no particular order:
1. Piers Morgan (self important short arsed twat)
2. Bloke from Mt Hotham on the Qantas safety briefing (annoyingly upbeat)
3. Trump (obvious)
4. Tom Piotrowski (what's with the beard, you're an analyst, not a model)
5. Hamish and Andy (you're not students anymore, grow up)
Better to get that off my chest.