Tuesday, March 2^nd, 2010

Woke up around 9:30 AM, to the neighbour's incredibly annoying barking dog. Wow. So annoying. I decided it was a nice day for a long run. Weather was cool, sun wasn't out... Not a bad day at all. I didn't now how far I should go, since I wasn't sure if my leg(s) was (were) hurt or not. I figured anywhere between 20 and 36 km. I really just wanted to run all the way to Palm Beach and back, without knowing how far it really was.

In any case, I did about 29 km. Made it to Avalon. Felt pretty good throughout. Hard to find water, out there. And the sun certainly came out eventually... Some annoying pain, but that might be due to the cement and road surface, whereas I usually run on trails, and a lack of power gels. Of course, I'll be mowing (maowing?!? mauwing?) down on those like a sick person during the race. I'm not certain that it does help on a greater than 2 hour run. Anyway, after running that distance and feeling ok, I guess I felt a lot better about the upcoming race...

Anyway, after my run I was supposed to go into the city and maybe hang out with Sophie, but the run and subsequent stretch, eat and shower took too long. Plus the journey into the city takes freaking ages. Later, instead of going into the city, I met up with Brendon at the Warringah Mall. Had some delicious Indian Curry (hold the rice...) and then we went to see "Edge of Darkness" which was good. Probably a much better book, since it just seemed like tons of stuff was missing, like they'd edited entire scenes out. Bizarre. But Mel did great. Nice work, Mel.

After the movie we went home and played even more video games. I had crazy dreams all night, including one about a church bell ringing routine gone wrong, that nearly toppled the church, then two cute girls who lived there took me shopping for groceries, as I explained to them, like an engineer, what I thought had happened and what had caused the church and bell to collapse. (We'd met earlier, as they were closing their windows, to keep the falling church bell rust out of their apartments. Makes sense.)

Mitch out.