I went to the R4tK training session this morning, was going to do the 12 km run but my calves got really sore so I cut back early, think I ended up doing 8 kms. That was disappointing but I figure I’m better off getting my calves working right than getting in longer kms at the moment.
After the run, I walked up Russell St with Simon then called it at Borders before walking home. I wanted to pick up a book I’d seen on bike paths around Melbourne, figuring it’d be handy for running as well. Now I’ve got it and read parts, I’ve decided it’s really annoying – the maps are badly set out and the writer keeps calling bike riding the “new golf” – what the hell does that even mean? Plus half the book is on coffee shops!
Bike riders are a funny bunch, aren’t they… I divide them into two groups: people who ride bikes for fun, transport or whatever then the cyclists. Cyclists have fancy gadgets on their flashy bikes and wear weird clothes. Maybe they think runners wear weird clothes, but if I could run in a cute outfit, I would while they choose to wear those outfits.
It seems like there are always debates – cyclists hate cars and drivers hate people on bikes. I reckon there are just tools in every crowd. I got abused for crossing the road in front of a cyclist the other night when I was walking home – fair enough except I was crossing at a pedestrian crossing with the green walk man! I think that beats a cyclist running a red light.
Anyway, I got to Borders and just did not want to walk home. I felt totally buggered and I don’t think the heat helped. But I figured the alternative was walking to Smith St and waiting around forever for a tram so kept walking. I’ve felt stuffed all day since, so hopefully I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight before I met Kathy for a run tomorrow.