Went for a run today – not 14 km like I intended, more like 6-7 km. Simon and I were both weak today. Me from just general weakness and Simon because he was very naughty last night. It didn’t help that I kept collapsing from laughter at Simon’s stories about his naughtiness!
When we started running, I’d almost convinced myself that I’m going to only do 10 km instead of the half marathon, almost talked myself into it, then I had flash – I CAN do the half. I think most of my worries stem from negative thinking – my own plus my physio then other people telling me to be careful – blah, blah, blah. The more I’ve been thinking I can’t do it, the worse my running has become over the past few weeks.
It was crazy, busy at Princes Park today because of the VFL grand final (and yikes, I not only knew it was on but knew who was playing – my increasing football knowledge scares me. I don’t yet know who won though). After the run, I wanted to pick up my PS2 from Andrew then go to the supermarket. Well, that proved impossible – and this will only make sense if you know the Northern suburbs of Melbourne – since there was a music festival on in High St and the Bell St-Plenty Rd intersection was closed. I got to Andrew’s okay, albeit slowly but the only supermarkets I could get near were the ones in Preston. Since the Northern footy league had their grand final (I’m assuming since it was so insane), you couldn’t park anywhere near those supermarkets.
My only option was the one on Smith St and I refuse to go there so the supermarketing can wait for another day. What kind of morons agree to having 2 footy grand finals, a music festival blocking a major street and some other crap blocking a major intersection on the same day? It makes my head explode.