Training Log Archive: blairtrewin

The last part of the flight wasn't as smooth as I'd hoped. I was in the second row of economy, presumably a result of being a gold frequent flyer, but had thought it might have been the equivalent of the (possibly apocryphal) stories about South African car hire companies offering customers they really don't like a free upgrade to a BMW. It turned out it wasn't the babies that kept me awake, it was the somewhat-older-than-I-am couple who talked incessantly in the seat in front (and the Singapore-Melbourne leg doesn't have that long a window for sleeping anyway). It then took more than an hour for the luggage to arrive in Melbourne, putting the airport bus into the worst of the peak-hour traffic: all a reminder of Australian infrastructure at its not-so-finest.

I had no expectations for this run and those expectations were matched - I think this is probably a PW for my Tan loop. The most positive thing to emerge was that my Achilles, which was more than usually tight coming off the flight, did loosen up more or less OK (eventually).

Had some pretty rough patches during the day but seem to have made it to a reasonable hour in the evening.

Life's little mysteries: why does 12 degrees on a winter evening in Melbourne feel so much colder than 12 degrees on a summer evening in Lavarone?

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