Last weekend I knocked my third half marathon off for the year.
Running across the Sydney Harbour Bridge just after 6am as the rising sun peaked through misty clouds was magical. Shuffling around Mrs Macquarie’s chair as the drizzle wet my shoulders, along Darling Harbour around Circular Quay then finishing at the steps of the Opera House.
A brilliant run with fabulous people.
My third half for the year, the next one in just under three weeks.
Staying with my lovely big brother, Crazy and I ate the best Magnums in the world, shopped, walked, ate, laughed, had an amazing weekend and then there was the lizard.
The goddamn stupid fucking lizard.
Walking back from Shelly Beach to Manly a little lizard caught our eye and I slipped. I hit the deck. My ankle went boom. Three days later an X-ray tells me that there is a small fracture.
I might be ok for Melbourne, but probably wont. My goal, my fairytale, was four halves this year so I’m a little down especially after training so carefully.
Stupid f**king lizard.
But the year is not over yet and apparently I can still carb load even if I don’t run and I have an amazing team to support which is brilliant. Or maybe I can run in a moonboot. Not sure yet.
Will just have to see how the next few weeks go.