A parkrun in the rain


It poured with rain last night, so much that it couldn’t possibly rain any more today. So I was surprised to wake at 6 this morning to the sound of further rain. I got up, careful not to wake anyone, and crept from the house to the car, just as the rain stopped. Then I drove out to Busselton for the Parkrun there, just as the rain came back again.
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Old Man’s Sports Day – Singapore Masters Track And Field Championships 2017

Today was the day of the annual Singapore Athletics Masters Track & Field Championships. For the last two years I’ve completed, starting off with the 1500m and running a 4x400m relay against some dastardly competition, but last year and this year I’ve concentrated on the 800m.

The championships has usually been held in the autumn, but this year they shifted to May, for no particular reason, and then moved from the grandiosely named Home Of Athletics near the National Stadium, back to the stadium at Toa Payoh. (Maybe that’s because the track is already falling apart at the Home Of Athletics, but that’s another story.) Either way, it has the air of a school sports day, especially when they announce the winner of the long jump competition at 1.05m, or when the 3000m race walk minces away from the line for an interminable “race”.
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Good Afternoon

Things didn’t start too well. When La Serpiente woke up and started screaming, we tried to placate her with the promise of her current favourite snack, cheese and crackers. But she’s already eaten all the crackers in the house, and a toasted cheese sandwich with the crusts cut off was rejected out of hand as "not crackers". (Weeping and howling followed.). Rushing around to try to sort things out, I opened a door that Destroyer was standing right behind, and then we had two weeping kids. Continue reading “Good Afternoon”

Track work

Tonight’s training schedule was 4 to 6x1000m, at 4:17 pace, with 4:15 recovery between each one. Or rather, that’s what I had from my Enormous Book Of Running Advice. When I got to the track, 59 hours after running a 19:35 5k, I was told taking it easy was not an option, and instead of being able to spend a nice evening sandbagging, I got promoted back to the A group, after plodding around in the B or B+ group for the last year or two.

Tonight, that meant running 6x1000m, but at no slower than 3:45 pace, on 5:45 repeats, which meant you’d get a 2 minute break (or more, if you could make yourself go faster.). So this was rather quicker than I had planned. I also had to wait an extra half hour for the fast session to start, which time I put to good use by doing up my shoes through an extra shoelace hole to make them more secure.
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