Running warm up/down 25:00 [2] 4.4 km (5:41 / km) +20m 5:33 / km
Took a few photos of the wattle carpet. May put a link here tonight. It was extremely windy and unseasonably hot. When the ironbarks start bending, I get out!
In honour of rob's comment about poetry, and the strong wind, here is a ripper by McGonagal. It just goes to prove most poetry is bad.
The Tay Bridge Disaster
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
Seven equally execrable verses removed due to an attack of good taste. But here is the last.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of thSilv'ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
Running long (Hopping on my left foot) 1:00 [5] 0.0 mi
Was a minute behind Clara, so I decided to jump up and down on my left foot for a minute. It was harder than I thought. In fact, by the end it was intense. The second hand got slower and slower and slower, and then Julie started haranguing me to jump higher and higher. It was my left leg, so I think it convinces me I am now off the injury list.