Run 1:51:00 [3] 24.0 km (4:38 / km)
Up before 5.30 for the last time in a while (even if the start times on Sunday get brought forward). Starting to ease back on the Thursday distance but still reasonably long. The first two-thirds was a reasonably hilly route through Ivanhoe, Eaglemont and Heidelberg dropping off the branch newsletters, then finished off going up into Macleod and back along the high road (imaginatively named Mountain View). It was a run which felt iffy from the start, lacking in energy at times, but picked up every time it looked like it was about to fall apart.
It started to warm up a bit by the end, but still nothing in comparison to the mid-30s we'll see this weekend. These days anything that increases the degree of difficulty is normally to my advantage, but apart from two weeks at New Year there hasn't been a lot of extreme heat (and I've spent lots of summer in cold places anyway), so my preparation may not be as good as I would like. (Looking back at my records, I've only done two runs in temperatures over 30 this summer, both of them relatively short fartlek/interval sessions). With no break likely in the heat away from the coast until at least the end of next week, I'm starting to wonder if it's going to be another 1986 when a nondescript summer (at least in southeastern Australia) was followed by a very warm March and early April. Orienteers of sufficient vintage may remember the very hot first day of Easter at Kooyoora that year; more notable in my mind was running our school cross-country the following Friday on Canberra's hottest April day ever, and seeing the leader of the age group above me staggering across the oval to the finish line, his lead shrunk from 200 metres as he stepped onto the oval to 3 metres at the finish. Not exactly what you want to see when you're a few minutes from racing yourself....
Clueless driver watch: the person who was driving in heavy traffic along Rosanna Road as I ran past, with both hands clutching a copy of a magazine ('New Woman' for the record) and neither discernably on the steering wheel. Reminded me a bit of an episode many years ago when an American orienteer, whose name I have forgotten, got booked for reading a map while he was driving and successfully got the charge overturned in court on the grounds that if he could successfully read a map while running in rough terrain then he could certainly do it while sitting in a car.