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Sunday Feb 12, 2017 #
4 PM
Lame walk-jog to fix lame injury 30:00 [3] 4.6 km (6:31 / km)
Fairly reasonable flight to Geneva via Dubai, the most unusual feature of which was that it was raining (lightly) in Dubai (the back side of this storm had dumped enough snow to give western Iran a somewhat unusual look, although Iran and, even more so, eastern Turkey, have much colder winters than most people think they do). Had a dilemma on the first leg in that my seat wasn't reclining properly, but I had an empty seat next to me, and decided that the extra space was worth it and that asking to move wasn't. Took my time getting to sleep but managed it eventually.
My temporary digs are in a different place this time - right in the core of the old town - a nice spot but a longer commute than I usually have here (probably 30 minutes walk or 15-20 on the bus). The commercial parts of town were as dead as they always are on Sunday, but the parks and cafes had a first-day-of-spring feel to them, with lots of people enjoying the 10-degree sunshine after a fairly dismal couple of months. (There were two separate stretches, one in December and the other in January, of a couple of weeks of near-unbroken freezing fog).
On the first day of arrival I tend to go in waves. As it turned out, the run was definitely done in a trough rather than a peak and felt dismal from a running perspective (almost felt like I was falling asleep on my feet at times). The good news was that there wasn't really a hint of trouble from the 'main' injury, although some other parts of my body were tight (not surprising after the long trip). 3/1 was a step up so this was encouraging.
My temporary digs are in a different place this time - right in the core of the old town - a nice spot but a longer commute than I usually have here (probably 30 minutes walk or 15-20 on the bus). The commercial parts of town were as dead as they always are on Sunday, but the parks and cafes had a first-day-of-spring feel to them, with lots of people enjoying the 10-degree sunshine after a fairly dismal couple of months. (There were two separate stretches, one in December and the other in January, of a couple of weeks of near-unbroken freezing fog).
On the first day of arrival I tend to go in waves. As it turned out, the run was definitely done in a trough rather than a peak and felt dismal from a running perspective (almost felt like I was falling asleep on my feet at times). The good news was that there wasn't really a hint of trouble from the 'main' injury, although some other parts of my body were tight (not surprising after the long trip). 3/1 was a step up so this was encouraging.