My neighbor ran the Morat/Fribourg in 1:21:xx averaging 4:40/min
He told me he decided to run without a watch. My jaw dropped in bewilderment! How can you run without a watch tracking your every move, telling you if your a few precious seconds behind, or pushing your heart slightly over the top? This is what our ancestors of long times past would do because they didn't have any other choice. But in our modern day and age where there are commercial satellites in every quadrant of the sky how could one come to such a ludicrous conclusion as to run without this marvel!? Then a moment of silence and I began to consider my own ridiculousness of being so tied down to realtime performance that I would forget the simple pleasure of running an overall race. For and engineering mind, I suppose numbers count, and its not uncommon that I will start calculating in my head my projected finish line time. Its what happens when I don't have a tight rein on my mind. It starts playing with numbers and other abstractions.
So lets talk numbers:
I wanted to push my heart hard and see how I could perform doing some 400 meter reps.
1. 1:32
2. 1.32
3. 1.23
4. 1.39
5. 1.31
6. 1.36
7. 1.53 (uphill)
8. 1.36
Its not too shabby, and I'll try not to let it slip out that I had originally planned to do 10 reps but . . . well. . . um . . . maybe next time.
dimanche 10 octobre 2010
dimanche 3 octobre 2010
Morat-Fribourg 17.17km
Morat- Fribourg is a race I did 2 years ago while preparing for the Lausanne marathon at the time. I remember coming home very enthusiastic about how fast I ran it, in spite the fact that at 6:00a.m. there was frost on the ground and everyone was scrambling to reevaluate their running gear. This time however it was one of the hottest Octobers at 25°C with a bright sun shining down on us. At every opportunity, runners headed for shade, and doused water over their heads to cool down. The hill profile for this race is unpleasant to say the least, climbing, climbing, and climbing some more, short bursts downhill and then more climbing. I had forgotten all about this and was making outlandish claims before the race began that I was hoping for a 1 hour 25min to 1 hour 30min, afterall its soooo easy when the race hasn’t begun and I’m feeling great.
As for results:
My performance has hit new records with an incredible improvement over 2 years ago of 1.2 seconds!
Now wait a minute was that a typo? Did you mean to say 1.2 minutes Jay? No, no you heard me correctly, I couldn’t be more proud of my final sprint, revving at 188bpm, almost blew my exhaust valves straight through my chest.
As for this dreaded fin-ally: heads were hanging low, the midday sun was boiling our blood, the thick spit was all dried up in our mouths and then the adrenalin kicked in that transformed me for a brief second into a dragster:
The Nissan 350Z 3.5-liter V6, 24 valves.
Jason Hollinger TripleZ, 6 liter Inline2, 4valves
1 :33 : 28.9 in 2008
1 :33 : 27.7 in 2010
So what can happen in 1.2seconds you might ask?
The Nissan 350Z can reach 60MPH that’s what!
And the Jason ZZZ passed 40 people on the proverbial climb of death, and came home with a personal best! To think I was 1.2seconds away from defeat but those Langolier ghosts of times past couldn’t gobble me up, not this time anyway.
As soon as I crossed the finish line, my head began to spin, my mouth felt wider open then a whale gasping for more phyto-oxygen, the sweat was proof that a huge cumulo-nimbus was hovering and dumping rain all over me. And my stomach gulped down endless cups of Gatorade that disappeared into the abyss.
When I regained my composure, I met up with Alain and we headed for the showers. There’s nothing like a cold shower to relax those aching muscles . . . NOT.
After our Swedish polar swim experience we met up with Alain’ friends Mark, Aline and cute little Robin and found our way to Avenche where an amazing chef kept the restaurant open for us to have “la chasse” and with that all gobbled down we concluded our Morat Fribourg experience for 2010.
As for results:
My performance has hit new records with an incredible improvement over 2 years ago of 1.2 seconds!
Now wait a minute was that a typo? Did you mean to say 1.2 minutes Jay? No, no you heard me correctly, I couldn’t be more proud of my final sprint, revving at 188bpm, almost blew my exhaust valves straight through my chest.
As for this dreaded fin-ally: heads were hanging low, the midday sun was boiling our blood, the thick spit was all dried up in our mouths and then the adrenalin kicked in that transformed me for a brief second into a dragster:
The Nissan 350Z 3.5-liter V6, 24 valves.
Jason Hollinger TripleZ, 6 liter Inline2, 4valves
1 :33 : 28.9 in 2008
1 :33 : 27.7 in 2010
So what can happen in 1.2seconds you might ask?
The Nissan 350Z can reach 60MPH that’s what!
And the Jason ZZZ passed 40 people on the proverbial climb of death, and came home with a personal best! To think I was 1.2seconds away from defeat but those Langolier ghosts of times past couldn’t gobble me up, not this time anyway.
As soon as I crossed the finish line, my head began to spin, my mouth felt wider open then a whale gasping for more phyto-oxygen, the sweat was proof that a huge cumulo-nimbus was hovering and dumping rain all over me. And my stomach gulped down endless cups of Gatorade that disappeared into the abyss.
When I regained my composure, I met up with Alain and we headed for the showers. There’s nothing like a cold shower to relax those aching muscles . . . NOT.
After our Swedish polar swim experience we met up with Alain’ friends Mark, Aline and cute little Robin and found our way to Avenche where an amazing chef kept the restaurant open for us to have “la chasse” and with that all gobbled down we concluded our Morat Fribourg experience for 2010.
vendredi 1 octobre 2010
Cows in Toronto hate marathons!
Flew 6000 km’s burning 52000 liters of fuel, then
Drove 600 km’s burning another 72 liters and finally
Ran 21 km’s and burned through a bowl of pasta and some lentil soup!
Let’s start by saying “ mission accomplished ”
The goal was to run with my father and run well.
While I finished my half marathon race with a very satisfied PB time of 1:48:35
Juerg decided to do 2 half marathons back to back in his “under 5 hour” target with plenty of time to spare at 4:57:02.
We both wore our finisher medals proud like champions. From our 8th floor Sheraton hotel room we had a birds eye view of the finish line and once I got up there I couldn’t help indulging on watching all the people still running and the crowds making their way to the much appreciated food and drinks.
There is an irrefutable quirk in the human soul that can be seen on race days, the competitive nature that lies somewhere within us. Be it with ourselves to perform better then last time or with others around us, and it manifests itself in many ways. There were some, no matter where they stood in the rankings, as long as they could dash past someone before the RFID chip was registered. While others reacted as if they had just drank a red bull a few hours too late and walked to within 50 meters, numb limbs bobbing in all directions like an octopus caught in a net and comically jolted through the finish. I stood there observing these quirks, and witnessed in some, inspiring determination and in others a shattered resignation. Luckily both my father and myself fell in the former category and celebrated that night at the Keg.
Now I bet most people don’t know that cows don’t like marathons. In fact in Toronto they especially hate them. Why you ask? Is it because they’re scared of Caesar salads, or onion soup or could it be because of the Flintstones style succulent steak that almost toppled me walking back to the hotel? Ya that must be it, because I only had one Rickers Red.
Some funny things I saw along the race: A man in a Santa costume, another dressed like a banana, and a guy running in flip-flops! (I very quickly swallowed my laughter when it dawned upon me that he was actually running in front of me, that’s when I became more serious and determined and never saw him again!)
When I got to the 8 km mark, I saw coming back in the opposite direction the Elite group of 20 Kenyans and Ethipians hitting their 16km’s, the runners all cheered them on and everybody’s pace increased for a short while, energized by the hurricane that just blew past us. Then I also made the bend and keeping eyes out for KJP we spotted eachother for a very brief highfive and “Hop Swiss” and then it was back to concentrating on the race.
Our finishing results:
Juerg
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event_video.asp?EVENTID=63213&BIB=1875&VLOC=Full%20Marathon%20Finish%20Line
Jason
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event_video.asp?EVENTID=63213&BIB=12202
There’s so much I could write about this fun adventure but nothing beats living it, and with my mind packed with good memories it was already time to fly home. I was greeted with open arms and then again who wouldn’t with all the presents that were packed into my suitcase!
I have finally finished my blog entry so I am now allowed to read Juergs, ooof I made it.
Drove 600 km’s burning another 72 liters and finally
Ran 21 km’s and burned through a bowl of pasta and some lentil soup!
Let’s start by saying “ mission accomplished ”
The goal was to run with my father and run well.
While I finished my half marathon race with a very satisfied PB time of 1:48:35
Juerg decided to do 2 half marathons back to back in his “under 5 hour” target with plenty of time to spare at 4:57:02.
We both wore our finisher medals proud like champions. From our 8th floor Sheraton hotel room we had a birds eye view of the finish line and once I got up there I couldn’t help indulging on watching all the people still running and the crowds making their way to the much appreciated food and drinks.
There is an irrefutable quirk in the human soul that can be seen on race days, the competitive nature that lies somewhere within us. Be it with ourselves to perform better then last time or with others around us, and it manifests itself in many ways. There were some, no matter where they stood in the rankings, as long as they could dash past someone before the RFID chip was registered. While others reacted as if they had just drank a red bull a few hours too late and walked to within 50 meters, numb limbs bobbing in all directions like an octopus caught in a net and comically jolted through the finish. I stood there observing these quirks, and witnessed in some, inspiring determination and in others a shattered resignation. Luckily both my father and myself fell in the former category and celebrated that night at the Keg.
Now I bet most people don’t know that cows don’t like marathons. In fact in Toronto they especially hate them. Why you ask? Is it because they’re scared of Caesar salads, or onion soup or could it be because of the Flintstones style succulent steak that almost toppled me walking back to the hotel? Ya that must be it, because I only had one Rickers Red.
Some funny things I saw along the race: A man in a Santa costume, another dressed like a banana, and a guy running in flip-flops! (I very quickly swallowed my laughter when it dawned upon me that he was actually running in front of me, that’s when I became more serious and determined and never saw him again!)
When I got to the 8 km mark, I saw coming back in the opposite direction the Elite group of 20 Kenyans and Ethipians hitting their 16km’s, the runners all cheered them on and everybody’s pace increased for a short while, energized by the hurricane that just blew past us. Then I also made the bend and keeping eyes out for KJP we spotted eachother for a very brief highfive and “Hop Swiss” and then it was back to concentrating on the race.
Our finishing results:
Juerg
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event_video.asp?EVENTID=63213&BIB=1875&VLOC=Full%20Marathon%20Finish%20Line
Jason
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event_video.asp?EVENTID=63213&BIB=12202
There’s so much I could write about this fun adventure but nothing beats living it, and with my mind packed with good memories it was already time to fly home. I was greeted with open arms and then again who wouldn’t with all the presents that were packed into my suitcase!
I have finally finished my blog entry so I am now allowed to read Juergs, ooof I made it.
vendredi 17 septembre 2010
5th race La Sarraz
So here comes my recount of the last of five races after 10 days writers block. This is in someways a good time to write because for one, all the pain is long forgotten, and two I can allow myself to exagerate a bit, hahahah.
After analyzing the hill profile I designed my race strategy. Supposedly it was going to be 2km relatively flat then 3km up up and more up and then 3 km down down down and 1 last km flat. So I told myself all I needed to do was run a 5km race and then let the downhill roll me to the finish line. This strategy actually worked and for most of the race I was ahead of Niall, my memory might be abit blurred, but then will Niall really remember the race in the future? ;o)Ok Ok for 1 km I gave it all I got until finally his jedi saber voomed past me.
The whole thing felt like a near sprint for me and I felt like a dog in the summer with its tongue down to the ground as I crossed the finish line. Very annoyingly there were eager beavers passing me around the last 500 meters and already running a 4:15 min km I had nothing left in me to keep up, then I heard what sounded like a heard of buffalo approaching from the back and I refused to let these bozos who had been eating my dust come up and steal my glory. In the end Nialls familiar voice cheering me on allowed for a sprint and then another little booster over the sprint to catch 2 of my foes. I learned after the race that one of those buffalos was Stefan only seconds behind me. The race itself was actually no fun, contrary to Genolier or Meziere where I enjoyed the forest and alphorns and running altogether. This race was about fireing up the engine and getting to the end, brewt force, nothing beautiful just plowing through whatever was in my way. My compensation was that I could delight in the race statistics and garmins stats.
I can proudly boast a personal best running average of 4:41 min/km in 38:44. This actually gave a running improvement for the 5 races and I moved up in the ranks from 373,307,258,254,246. Niall' blog has some fun pictures and recounts all the other details quite nicely:
http://fitscottishbloke.blogspot.com/2010/09/83km-tour-du-pays-de-vaud-etape-5-la.html
You really managed to get the essence of the evening Niall, what more is there to say? I also confirm that mysterious extra field also almost killed me.
After 10 minutes to recover, the rest of the evening was all about enjoying eachothers company, going to the price table and reminiscing of the last five races. One mention must be said about the after race showers, I have never felt more like a sardine then in the mens showers, gladly there was still warm water, but having 20 naked sweaty men lining up just to access the communal showers was an experience I could have done without! Supposedly last year there was only one set of showers so they were mixed, that must have been interesting.
A long day is cutting my details short, eager for the Toronto race, now Im heading to bed.
After analyzing the hill profile I designed my race strategy. Supposedly it was going to be 2km relatively flat then 3km up up and more up and then 3 km down down down and 1 last km flat. So I told myself all I needed to do was run a 5km race and then let the downhill roll me to the finish line. This strategy actually worked and for most of the race I was ahead of Niall, my memory might be abit blurred, but then will Niall really remember the race in the future? ;o)Ok Ok for 1 km I gave it all I got until finally his jedi saber voomed past me.
The whole thing felt like a near sprint for me and I felt like a dog in the summer with its tongue down to the ground as I crossed the finish line. Very annoyingly there were eager beavers passing me around the last 500 meters and already running a 4:15 min km I had nothing left in me to keep up, then I heard what sounded like a heard of buffalo approaching from the back and I refused to let these bozos who had been eating my dust come up and steal my glory. In the end Nialls familiar voice cheering me on allowed for a sprint and then another little booster over the sprint to catch 2 of my foes. I learned after the race that one of those buffalos was Stefan only seconds behind me. The race itself was actually no fun, contrary to Genolier or Meziere where I enjoyed the forest and alphorns and running altogether. This race was about fireing up the engine and getting to the end, brewt force, nothing beautiful just plowing through whatever was in my way. My compensation was that I could delight in the race statistics and garmins stats.
I can proudly boast a personal best running average of 4:41 min/km in 38:44. This actually gave a running improvement for the 5 races and I moved up in the ranks from 373,307,258,254,246. Niall' blog has some fun pictures and recounts all the other details quite nicely:
http://fitscottishbloke.blogspot.com/2010/09/83km-tour-du-pays-de-vaud-etape-5-la.html
You really managed to get the essence of the evening Niall, what more is there to say? I also confirm that mysterious extra field also almost killed me.
After 10 minutes to recover, the rest of the evening was all about enjoying eachothers company, going to the price table and reminiscing of the last five races. One mention must be said about the after race showers, I have never felt more like a sardine then in the mens showers, gladly there was still warm water, but having 20 naked sweaty men lining up just to access the communal showers was an experience I could have done without! Supposedly last year there was only one set of showers so they were mixed, that must have been interesting.
A long day is cutting my details short, eager for the Toronto race, now Im heading to bed.
dimanche 29 août 2010
Starry starry night
Everyone was in bed and being the spontaneous running opportunist that I am I decided to get a quick 20 clicks in the bag. it was 20:30 and there was still a slight shade of daylight refracting over the the Jura Mountains. Off I went, convinced that I would run 20 when all the while reminding myself that I could cut it short whenever I wanted to. After running past the soccer field full of evening action the usual route took me to more solitary places. The forest was dark and deep and at some point all I could see were the bats flying along with me. Around the 10km mark I experimented with eating Pollenta to see how my body reacts, having forgot that I put Gruyere in it a few days ago my taste buds were giving mixed signals, somewhere between "this is disgusting" and " Ya its Gruyere, you put it in there don't you remember, you love Gruyere" I love Gruyere, so three seperate times I splashed my face with the gook and cleaned up with a standard sholder swipe.
Not far after my Gruyere experience I saw a beautiful near full moon rising over the Alps accompanying me for the rest of the run. By the last km's I was starting to observe my shadow and remarking the loss of stars in the night sky since the moon came out and stole the show. The heart was doing so well that I decided to pick it up a bit for the last 5km's and did them with an average 4:45/km, the 19 km took 1hour 45. I came in and lied down on the sofa thinking the flood of endorphins would keep me up another 2 hours, but before I had another thought I was out.
Not far after my Gruyere experience I saw a beautiful near full moon rising over the Alps accompanying me for the rest of the run. By the last km's I was starting to observe my shadow and remarking the loss of stars in the night sky since the moon came out and stole the show. The heart was doing so well that I decided to pick it up a bit for the last 5km's and did them with an average 4:45/km, the 19 km took 1hour 45. I came in and lied down on the sofa thinking the flood of endorphins would keep me up another 2 hours, but before I had another thought I was out.
Mezière avec un bierre
Wednesday 25th August in Meziere.
Our prerace bantor of Google Earth profiling and race pace prognostics filled my shoes with primed pistons ready for blastoff. The gun blast went off and my throttle hit the floor trying to get infront of everyone before we hit the forest area. I had terrible visions of the same thing reoccuring as in St Prex where everone had to walk to cross the bridge and we all lost 1 minute. This wasn't going to happen again and so ignoring Garmins warnings I blasted past as many slow pokes as I could. Please excuse the entirely relative expression but in my definition anyone I can pass is a slowpoke, and those passing me are overstrung poor managers of their pacing which I will inevitably gallop past very shortly as soon as we hit the hills. Its a sort of personal ego trip I entertain everytime to cope with the adversities, lots of fun even if its more fictional then anything. After 2 km I get my second garmin reading, 1st km 4:37, second 5:58, right on Stefans target. The rather challenging structures of this course included narrow rocky paths, slippery muddy sections where I called out at one point "ça glisse, ça glisse" and felt like I had made my philanthropic gesture to mankind for the rest of the race. Some quite steep climbs including the finishing 500 meters and steep downhill sections where my feet were trying to run away from me. Hey there! get back here! At some point I heard a starter gun go off and I hypothesized that this must be a Meziere tradition that once the first person crosses the finish line, they let everyone know it by firing off the gun. This was confirmed when shortly after I heard another gunblast go off, and I emmediately knew that this must be when the first "Lady" crossed the finish line. I glanced down at my watch and thought to myself "wow Tenke sure is fast"
Then as I continued I became more and more perplexed when the gun shots continued, but racing has a way of putting me in a nonsensical dreamy state where life contradictions don't spark any inquisition and I happily continued my race. Not soon thereafter the entire woods began to resonate with the beautiful harmony of Alphorns, this was truly a lovely site to pass the Alphorn band serenading us as we pounded down their soil.
My finish was another fun sprint to catch the guy who had passed me on the last 500 meter incline and with great satisfaction I dashed infront of this unsuspecting prey to steal one last position for the roster. I had a bit of extra time one evening to play with the results excel file and discover the Vlookup function. Now I can see in green all the people who were ahead of me in StPrex and Genolier that I managed to beat in Mezieres, and it only took me two hours! The Stats don't lie and going by the projected curve of position 373 to 307 to 258 I hope to be somewhere among the 210 in Chavornay.
There is something to be said about participating in such events with others and I must say I enjoyed just as much the car ride in/out and the postrace meal with Rich, Niall, Stefan and Tenke as I did the race itself. Thanks everyone for the good memories. Oh and Richard I hope you managed to get the mud off your nice new pink runners. ;o)
Our prerace bantor of Google Earth profiling and race pace prognostics filled my shoes with primed pistons ready for blastoff. The gun blast went off and my throttle hit the floor trying to get infront of everyone before we hit the forest area. I had terrible visions of the same thing reoccuring as in St Prex where everone had to walk to cross the bridge and we all lost 1 minute. This wasn't going to happen again and so ignoring Garmins warnings I blasted past as many slow pokes as I could. Please excuse the entirely relative expression but in my definition anyone I can pass is a slowpoke, and those passing me are overstrung poor managers of their pacing which I will inevitably gallop past very shortly as soon as we hit the hills. Its a sort of personal ego trip I entertain everytime to cope with the adversities, lots of fun even if its more fictional then anything. After 2 km I get my second garmin reading, 1st km 4:37, second 5:58, right on Stefans target. The rather challenging structures of this course included narrow rocky paths, slippery muddy sections where I called out at one point "ça glisse, ça glisse" and felt like I had made my philanthropic gesture to mankind for the rest of the race. Some quite steep climbs including the finishing 500 meters and steep downhill sections where my feet were trying to run away from me. Hey there! get back here! At some point I heard a starter gun go off and I hypothesized that this must be a Meziere tradition that once the first person crosses the finish line, they let everyone know it by firing off the gun. This was confirmed when shortly after I heard another gunblast go off, and I emmediately knew that this must be when the first "Lady" crossed the finish line. I glanced down at my watch and thought to myself "wow Tenke sure is fast"
Then as I continued I became more and more perplexed when the gun shots continued, but racing has a way of putting me in a nonsensical dreamy state where life contradictions don't spark any inquisition and I happily continued my race. Not soon thereafter the entire woods began to resonate with the beautiful harmony of Alphorns, this was truly a lovely site to pass the Alphorn band serenading us as we pounded down their soil.
My finish was another fun sprint to catch the guy who had passed me on the last 500 meter incline and with great satisfaction I dashed infront of this unsuspecting prey to steal one last position for the roster. I had a bit of extra time one evening to play with the results excel file and discover the Vlookup function. Now I can see in green all the people who were ahead of me in StPrex and Genolier that I managed to beat in Mezieres, and it only took me two hours! The Stats don't lie and going by the projected curve of position 373 to 307 to 258 I hope to be somewhere among the 210 in Chavornay.
There is something to be said about participating in such events with others and I must say I enjoyed just as much the car ride in/out and the postrace meal with Rich, Niall, Stefan and Tenke as I did the race itself. Thanks everyone for the good memories. Oh and Richard I hope you managed to get the mud off your nice new pink runners. ;o)
samedi 21 août 2010
20km early bird special
Was woken up at 4:30 this morning by a little tummy that needed some milk, then was left in my thoughts pondering how great it would be to sneak out early and come home 2 hours later without anyone even realizing. There was no moon, and it seemed dark. The night before the same thing happened and as I stood in my kitchen window contemplating the challenge a little hedgehog zigzagged across our lawn. I decided then that if I could barely see a hedgehog I would certainly stumble over one if I went out. As a consequence I went back to bed and woke up at 8:20 late for work. So today I wasn't going to let that happen. I filled up my water bottles did some stretching, thought of KJP who was grounded for another little while and thought I would do some miles for the both of us, so off I went KJP style at 5:15am. A "start slow, end fast" convert for life, I had absolutely no shame to get my first kilometer in at 6min53, and a second at 6:21, I was even proud of my personal self control. The fact that I couldn't see anything also contributed to my pace and having woken up seeing a hedgehog the night before I couldn't help but go out with a certain paranoia, every dark patch along the path transformed into a hedgehog, I've never seen so many hedgehogs in my life!
It was around the 3rd km when the persistant pinecone struck again. I can't beleive how many times this thing has bonked me in the head as I am running. Everytime I can't help but burst out in laughter. Its one of those low lieing camoflaged green and very hard closed pinecones. It sits there inconspicuously just dangling off a branch directly overhead the running path. And as pine needles are for the most part like little brushes, I always fall into the trap of makeing the gesture of ducking but not really caring because its just a few little bristles. Then out of the blue SHABLONK! It strikes again! This morning was the third time it outwitted me. The first time I couldn't beleive I had just been hit in the head by a pinecone, The second time I just couldn't beleive that the same stupid pinecone hit me again, and this morning I started to wonder how many more times I would fall victim! perhaps I should run with a helmet.
The rest of the run was lovely. The landscape started to reflect its colours, the passenger trains started their morning routines, my pace progressivley got faster to finish the last 5kms at 5min pace and feeling like a workhorse, to end the 20km run in 1hour57. After cooling down I came inside and just as I stepped into the shower Edana got up and greeted me good morning. My stealth morning run had just passed under the child radar and I ate breakfast with them with a nice feeling of accomplishment behind me to start the day.
It was around the 3rd km when the persistant pinecone struck again. I can't beleive how many times this thing has bonked me in the head as I am running. Everytime I can't help but burst out in laughter. Its one of those low lieing camoflaged green and very hard closed pinecones. It sits there inconspicuously just dangling off a branch directly overhead the running path. And as pine needles are for the most part like little brushes, I always fall into the trap of makeing the gesture of ducking but not really caring because its just a few little bristles. Then out of the blue SHABLONK! It strikes again! This morning was the third time it outwitted me. The first time I couldn't beleive I had just been hit in the head by a pinecone, The second time I just couldn't beleive that the same stupid pinecone hit me again, and this morning I started to wonder how many more times I would fall victim! perhaps I should run with a helmet.
The rest of the run was lovely. The landscape started to reflect its colours, the passenger trains started their morning routines, my pace progressivley got faster to finish the last 5kms at 5min pace and feeling like a workhorse, to end the 20km run in 1hour57. After cooling down I came inside and just as I stepped into the shower Edana got up and greeted me good morning. My stealth morning run had just passed under the child radar and I ate breakfast with them with a nice feeling of accomplishment behind me to start the day.
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