The tank is close to empty
Thats what my legs felt like yesterday anyway. I had a rare evening off from work but decided to wait until it was cool(er) before attempting a speed session. Waiting… waiting… waiting… at around 7.30pm I decided it was never going to happen, the BOM was still giving the forecast as 28 degrees in my area, so off I toddled to the local trail. 1km warm up, the legs are feeling a bit tired but thats ok they usually get themselves right. An attempt at a 500m rep later (I only made 450m according to Mr G) and that was it, the legs were like jelly and definitely didn’t want to go faster than a jog. So that was exactly what I ended up doing, a touch over 9km total.
On the way there were a couple of stops – I bumped into Em’s partner who was out for his run and stopped to say hello; and I just had to stop to meet the gorgeous long-haired Weimaraner Chad that was on his daily 10km walk. Chad was beautiful, very placid for a Weimaraner – I’ve only met short haired Weimars before and they were all extremely boisterous and energetic, especially my old friend Hunter the Wonder Dog who was indefatigable, a 30+km run didn’t wear him out! I miss Hunter… 
Tuesday I got out for a 7km run in the morning while it was still a bit cool – and what is it with these hot days but cool mornings anyway??? It’s not autumn yet! Monday was a rest day after 3 days straight, and Sunday I went for a very enjoyable 13km jog along the Warby Trail. The plan is to build up the long runs to eventually around 1:45-2hrs, but slowly, slowly so as to not to flare up my old nemesis, my temperamental left ITB.
Hunter was always so much fun when he came with us wasn’t he
At least you’re still getting out there. Me, on the otherhand, have been Miss slackness herself!
See you next week! Normal areas need working on, thanks