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Saturday Jan 31, 2015 #
5 PM
Run 52:00 [3] 8.0 km (6:30 / km) +250m 5:37 / km
I had good reason not to like my chances, once a look at flightradar24.com revealed that the incoming flight was on the ground - in Basel. At that point I was prepared to settle for getting as far as Copenhagen, and that's what eventually happened - we got out of Geneva a few minutes before its midnight curfew (after a further delay when the deicing truck ran out of fluid). This was an uncomfortable flight on a crowded plane and I probably haven't been in "are we there yet" mode more on a trip since I was around the same age as the person who was the pretext for my Oslo excursion - checking my watch every few minutes. Made it to Copenhagen shortly before 2, and hit the mattress in an airport hotel sometime around 2.45 (with an alarm for 6.15).
I got to Oslo just in time to make it for the first of the weekend's two parties (the family one, which given the size of Jim's family involves abundant uncles, aunts and cousins). Knew I'd struggle today given the lack of sleep and would probably hit a flat spot around 2 - which I did, falling asleep in a chair despite a munchkin background soundtrack of some volume - so planned to run as late as I could in the afternoon without hitting proper darkness.
The major challenge today was to avoid falling over. The snow is less icy on the "here be dragons" side of the Oslo county line than it is in the city, but that didn't mean I was feeling comfortable on the steeper downhills. Not a great run as a run, with back having one of its periodic off days (more so in the first half), but managed to grind up the big final climb, an inevitable part of any run which finishes at Cassie and Jim's place (today's was 110 metres in a bit under a kilometre, in snow). Predictably slow given the ground conditions.
And it may well be in the if-your-auntie-was-a-man-she'd-be-your-uncle territory, but I couldn't help thinking that if she'd managed to hold her seat in 2012, then there's a pretty good chance that Rachel Nolan would have been about to become Queensland Premier now. (Without knowing anything much about what she's been doing in the last three years, I'm a little surprised that she didn't line up for another go as some of her former colleagues did).
I got to Oslo just in time to make it for the first of the weekend's two parties (the family one, which given the size of Jim's family involves abundant uncles, aunts and cousins). Knew I'd struggle today given the lack of sleep and would probably hit a flat spot around 2 - which I did, falling asleep in a chair despite a munchkin background soundtrack of some volume - so planned to run as late as I could in the afternoon without hitting proper darkness.
The major challenge today was to avoid falling over. The snow is less icy on the "here be dragons" side of the Oslo county line than it is in the city, but that didn't mean I was feeling comfortable on the steeper downhills. Not a great run as a run, with back having one of its periodic off days (more so in the first half), but managed to grind up the big final climb, an inevitable part of any run which finishes at Cassie and Jim's place (today's was 110 metres in a bit under a kilometre, in snow). Predictably slow given the ground conditions.
And it may well be in the if-your-auntie-was-a-man-she'd-be-your-uncle territory, but I couldn't help thinking that if she'd managed to hold her seat in 2012, then there's a pretty good chance that Rachel Nolan would have been about to become Queensland Premier now. (Without knowing anything much about what she's been doing in the last three years, I'm a little surprised that she didn't line up for another go as some of her former colleagues did).