I reckon I can do this

I reckon I can do this.

Last night, after a weekend of terrible behaviour and zero running, I wasn’t holding up much hope for the beginning of week five. Low and behold, I ran my first 15 minutes without much incident. I mean I was bored of course, and glad when the buzzer rang, but I felt good at the end of the run. I walked back towards Darling Harbour to cool down and started off again pretty quickly, back up to the regular haunt of Hickson St and the bridge.

Listening to podcasts is the future for running, especially ViewAskew’s SModcast. An hour of drivelling rambling from Kevin Smith (not you Mr Kev), but it takes my mind off the incredible boredom that is running. Anyway, I was putting in a good pace and made it past the bridge without much drama. After being interrupted by a film crew under the bridge, I only paused for 2-3 minutes before running back home along the regular route.

Near the end I was longing for the buzzer, but I wasn’t that bad – recovery again was pretty quick. I stretched out and hit the gym, straight into the pool for 250m (40 lengths for 1km? Sod that!) then around the disappointingly empty Jacuzzi and into the sauna.

I’m liking the sauna, although the heater is WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY too big for the size of the sauna. You can throw on a couple of ladles of water and nearly suffocate yourself with steam. Basically the sauna isn’t used through the day, just left on at full whack without any water, so as soon as any moisture is introduced to the stones it attempts to kill anyone inside.

Out of the sauna and back in the pool! Another couple of lengths and a bit of a float about. Totally chilled out, I forgot to breath, sank and inhaled some water. I felt totally trippy afterwards, Carridine style.

See the map, read the distance. 6.32 miles. 10km. Get in.

No Snickering.