This post brought to you from the bottom of the Earth (also known as Melbourne)
I forgot how boring Canberra Airport is. I budgeted 1 ½ hours from my house to boarding. At 9am I had arrived by taxi, checked in, and was sitting in the departure lounge. The flight was at 10:05am.
I did get to talk the ears off my taxi driver though. My housemates left early, so couldn’t get my talking fix, and, shock horror, I wasn’t getting to Melbourne until 11am. Who’s a girl to talk to?!
Things I now know about the taxi driver:
1. He has to get up before 4am to drop people at the airport
2. At 4am, it is virtually impossible to get ice off the windshield
3. He is visiting family in India this year – for the first time in six years
Things he now knows about me:
1. I talk too much
2. It’s been too long since I’ve been to Melbourne and it’s been 9 months and my family live there but I’ve lived in Canberra for 6 years and I study here but I work part time in marketing and I go to the ANU and in Sydney I live close to Parramatta Rd and it’s a really busy road and I feel like a really bad driver and isn’t it strange how things seem different when you go back to visit family and how cold is Canberra and does India stay warm in winter?
3. I talk too much
Things he doesn’t know:
1. I run – I think he’s the only person on earth who doesn’t know this by now.
Yesterday a good friend asked if I blogged so that I got all the running talk out of my system.
Mr The Rake is going to murder me dead next time I tell him, unprompted, about how difficult that run was, or at what point I thought I was going to need extra energy, or how difficult that slight slope after the bridge feels after 8km.
The solution? Blog.
Marathon training will get ya
I’m still learning a whole heap of unexpected things about marathon training. The latest is this intense fatigue. It’s constant and it’s weird. I feel like I’m getting enough sleep, and eating plenty. But I could be out of whack. For years, I was convinced that carbs were evil.
Not so much in marathon training. My love of protein and chocolate may be the problem, so I’ll play around with my food a bit and let you know what happens!
On that note – I have a confession.
I think I think
I think I might be starting to like bananas.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
On the other hand, as Laura has pointed out, marathon training is just that tiring. Even worse, getting up and heading over to the gym before the cars hit the local shopping centre is a sure sign that I am, as Mr The Rake would say, doing it wrong.
My family are pretty great. I arrived home to two boxes of nuts (a gift from Dad), and a cupboard full of vegetables, fruit, yogurt, chocolate, chicken and oats. Heaven.
Naturally I had to run a track that I would run when I lived at home – just to see if it was as difficult as I remember it.
It was not.
I swear that track used to be 6km. Today my watch said it was 3 1/2km. Has someone changed the metric system?
A couple of years ago I ran to the bridge in one go, and it was the biggest effort ever. I was so proud of myself. I did that same run today, and when I hit the bridge, my watch went ‘ding’.
It seems I have become a little fitter.
Dad has nuts delivered to me! 2 boxes of Harvest Box were waiting on my bed
When did you realise you had become a zillion times fitter/more unfit?
What’s the furthest south you’ve ever been?
What’s something nice your parents do for you when you see them?