wet joggy

26 March:

Hooey! Today's outing began in the rain. Earlier I'd procrastinated due to sun, a  home work project that really needed completing, and so on. 

I got so far as to take my Royal Enfield Bullet for a rego check; the town's main mechanic had semi-retired so was unavailable today. I then went to his son's workshop and he was closed too. Hrrmph! 

At home I got set to work on my other bike, my chopper, that I need to get ready before the lapsed rego period of grace expires. I picked up the battery drill and it went flat on the first hole. I'd used it earlier, and thought it had more charge. 

So I pulled on my NBs, coaxed the dog, filled a bottle with Powerade and headed to Summer Hill Road. 

There were some serious clumps of rain-dumping clouds to the SW of our destination and we copped loads for brief peroods on our drive. But it wasnt windy or cold, so no risk of death.  

I felt driven to return here after riding by a few days ago, the rolling green hills with mountainous (is: bigger hills) behind. 

I'm kind of locking myself in to running for an hour at present. Only a handful of weeks ago, I struggled to keep running for this time. Since then I'd done it twice. Today I had two little goals, one to do my slow pace more consistently and to keep positive in my body. 

Apart from the rain and bouts of sunshine beaming through grey clouds over green paddocks, the dog kept me entertained. He a hyper-nervous type, so I had a lightweight cord attached to prevent him running onto the road in a panic. There wasnt much traffic, but he can be weird. He's also a cattle dog, well he's afraid of cattle. Despite his "breeding", he is leery of cattle despite the distance and how many fences are between him and said beasties. Today, there were calves about and they wanted to run parallel to us. This drove doggy spare with fear, so he preferred running, backwards or on the opposite side of the tarmac. No matter how much verbal soothing or rough housing with the lead, he was unrelenting. Pfft. 

Anyway, the run went well towards my goals. I enjoyed being out: the unsettled weather, light changes, reggae music and the dog's strange antics kept me upbeat. I am doing Slow Jogging here, head up, short regular striding, flat footfall, so the pace is pretty much locked in. My usual distance, at this pace for an hour is 6k. Today, despite it being pretty hilly, I got a little over the 6k distance. 

I was thirsty at times, never breathless and never needing to stop or walk due to fatigue or pain. So it was a lovely win.