Another early start


I don’t know how I dragged myself from my bed at 5 am, but somehow I managed it, and went off for a 21 km run. This became a never-ending grind; the first 10k or so wasn’t so bad, and then it got worse with every step, my heel injury playing up from about 17k in, and the last couple of kilometres a misery of repetition, running up and down the footpath behind our building. Again, and again, and again.
For the rest of the day, rather than being able to recover, I had to accompany the children as they ran around and clambered over climbing frames. Even when they had their naps I was incapable of sleep, so boosted up on coffee to keep myself viable.

In the afternoon we went to a farmers market at the base of our building. This turned out to be a bouncy castle, a very loud speech extolling the benefits of salmon and garlic, and a stall selling quite minging cold brew coffee. The sort of cold brew coffee that has an aftertaste of cigarette butts. I sacked it off and went over the road with a friend and Destroyer to eat ice cream, the only sensible response.

We ate dinner at a nearby restaurant and then afterwards, Destroyer ran after her sister. And then tripped and fell, and scraped exactly the same knee that she injured yesterday. Some people will do anything to get out of having a bath. I spent two hours then trying to get her to go to sleep; it was all very, very confusing. Still, tomorrow I don’t have to run 21 km, so that should be more restful.


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