And what of Brokebutt Mountain?
Yesterday, my sneakers came out of the cupboard after 3 years in retirement. By evening, they were back where they belonged - in the cupboard again.
For a fun run, you'd expect 50% run and 50% fun. Well, it was actually 99% run and 1% fun - apparently 1% of me is a sadist. Not that I ran much. It turns out that 14km is a highly tolerable distance for several hours of walking. How delightful it was to power-walk down the gorgeous streets of Sydney's affluent suburbs... littered with thousands of crushed plastic cups and pools of radioactive-orange Gatorade.
Everyone made a mountain out of Heartbreak mole-Hill which was a pain indeed, yes, but what of every other upward incline, e.g. Brokebutt Mountain? I happened to ascend said mole-Hill with some woman dressed as Paris Hilton - white blonde wig, "LOUIS VUITTON" bag, orange jumpsuit and manacles. I happened to descend with some woman dressed like Paris Hilton - salon perfect hair, Oroton sunnies and a distinct lack of sportswear. There was also a dude with a red bib, i.e. an actual competitor, jogging back to the city. Wasn't 14km enough for him? Only on seeing the bus queues at Bondi did I understand.
Now I am sore. If only I'd remembered those stretches from PE - maybe I'd have ease of mobility below my lower back.
For a fun run, you'd expect 50% run and 50% fun. Well, it was actually 99% run and 1% fun - apparently 1% of me is a sadist. Not that I ran much. It turns out that 14km is a highly tolerable distance for several hours of walking. How delightful it was to power-walk down the gorgeous streets of Sydney's affluent suburbs... littered with thousands of crushed plastic cups and pools of radioactive-orange Gatorade.
Everyone made a mountain out of Heartbreak mole-Hill which was a pain indeed, yes, but what of every other upward incline, e.g. Brokebutt Mountain? I happened to ascend said mole-Hill with some woman dressed as Paris Hilton - white blonde wig, "LOUIS VUITTON" bag, orange jumpsuit and manacles. I happened to descend with some woman dressed like Paris Hilton - salon perfect hair, Oroton sunnies and a distinct lack of sportswear. There was also a dude with a red bib, i.e. an actual competitor, jogging back to the city. Wasn't 14km enough for him? Only on seeing the bus queues at Bondi did I understand.
Now I am sore. If only I'd remembered those stretches from PE - maybe I'd have ease of mobility below my lower back.