Its a Saturday evening and another quiet night at home, watching downloaded Australian tv (the contestants in the latest series of Masterchef Australia are much better than last years). All seems normal, except that in a few hours (still quite a few, unfortunately), we get ready to go out for a run, which involves making our way into town to put one foot in front of the other enough times to hopefully get through the Sundown half marathon. In the tropics. That starts at half past midnight (at least its cooler that time of day). What were we thinking, signing up for this?
The training for this one has really been in the works since this time last year. There's always room for one more run in the lead-up, but overall the preparation hasn't been too bad. Especially considering the number of trips away since I finished up at work, where running hasn't always been top of my to-do list. To round the training off, I've been off the booze for the last week, so regardless of what happens a few beers and wines are on the horizon tomorrow afternoon.
To fill in time today I've taken to backing up what's on our PC and laptops. We already have one hard drive, but this is taking it the next level and backing up the backup. I've already had one case where a hard drive opted for an early retirement, taking a whole era of photos away with it. With wedding photos now in the frame (pun intended), that is no longer a scenario we're willing to risk.
Even the old Samsung laptop is in line for a backup, and having being in service since 2005, makes me think maybe I was being a bit harsh on Samsung the other day when pointing the finger at their DVD players (ours now works fine, it just took a screwdriver to make it so).
Monday Morning Update:
As the old INXS song goes, sometimes you kick, sometimes you get kicked. Maybe it was the late start or the humidity, but as the saying goes sometimes you have good runs, sometimes not. And for me Saturday night was not a good one. One by one the two hour, then two hour fifteen, then two hour thirty pacers sailed past me, and my goal of finishing in under two hours fifteen became under two hours thirty, and ultimately a very disappointing two hours 48 minutes. Training runs where I'd been consistently achieving six minute kilometers over the same distance felt like a world away, where on Saturday night I was putting in everything I had to even maintain a pace a minute slower than that. Overall, a night to forget (but I still enjoyed a drink or two yesterday!).