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Sunday Dec 25, 2011 #
7 AM
Run 2:01:00 [3] 23.0 km (5:16 / km)
What's now becoming a bit of a tradition - this is the fourth year in a row I've gone beyond 2 hours on Christmas Day, this year with a brother-in-law for company. It was perhaps a bit overambitious - a long run on sand dunes was a bit more than my Achilles could handle, and in the end it was towards the short end of what I had in mind for today.
It had been a somewhat boisterous night, meteorologically speaking (sign of the times: when thunder woke me up about 1.30 my first instinct was to check the radar on my phone), and there was another thunderstorm shortly after we headed out. The run was a bit of a variation on my traditional Peninsula long run - out along the front side of the Peninsula to Portsea, and back along the back beach and the coastal track - but this time we went a little into Point Nepean and cut across on a track to London Bridge, something I haven't done before. It's almost unrelenting small hills after Sorrento - apart from the Portsea beach. By Diamond Bay the Achilles was getting worse rather than better and we decided to bail out to the road in the name of stopping it from getting worse. Did have enough for a lap of the block to get it beyond 2 hours.
It was a very humid morning which meant dripping a lot of sweat on our return, creating marks on the floor which seemed to horrify my parents - something which made me think of something I'd read yesterday about a study (the lead author of which was an Oxford University researcher, one Bridget Anderson) of domestic work in various countries which found in essence that the amount of housework done expanded to fill the time available to do it.
Not surprisingly I was a bit sleepy through much of the rest of the day, at least when I wasn't eating or admiring storms. I didn't experience any of the major storms in person but was impressed by the radar. I was also worried that my parents (and my car, which they were using) might have been caught in the thick of one of the major hailstorms in the course of dropping my grandmother off, and with good reason - it turned out they were maybe 1km south of the really serious action.
It had been a somewhat boisterous night, meteorologically speaking (sign of the times: when thunder woke me up about 1.30 my first instinct was to check the radar on my phone), and there was another thunderstorm shortly after we headed out. The run was a bit of a variation on my traditional Peninsula long run - out along the front side of the Peninsula to Portsea, and back along the back beach and the coastal track - but this time we went a little into Point Nepean and cut across on a track to London Bridge, something I haven't done before. It's almost unrelenting small hills after Sorrento - apart from the Portsea beach. By Diamond Bay the Achilles was getting worse rather than better and we decided to bail out to the road in the name of stopping it from getting worse. Did have enough for a lap of the block to get it beyond 2 hours.
It was a very humid morning which meant dripping a lot of sweat on our return, creating marks on the floor which seemed to horrify my parents - something which made me think of something I'd read yesterday about a study (the lead author of which was an Oxford University researcher, one Bridget Anderson) of domestic work in various countries which found in essence that the amount of housework done expanded to fill the time available to do it.
Not surprisingly I was a bit sleepy through much of the rest of the day, at least when I wasn't eating or admiring storms. I didn't experience any of the major storms in person but was impressed by the radar. I was also worried that my parents (and my car, which they were using) might have been caught in the thick of one of the major hailstorms in the course of dropping my grandmother off, and with good reason - it turned out they were maybe 1km south of the really serious action.