By the time I got up this morning it was so hot, I knew there was no way Sinner would come out with me comfortably, so I went on my own. I quickly scoffed a banana but didn’t have too much to drink, and I paid for it. I came back from an easy 7km drenched in sweat and so thirsty, and the thirst stayed with me for most of the day. The lesson of the day is to have a good drink before going out. I hate the taste of water and usually have a bottle of dilute gatorade in the fridge. I really find the first km or so hard, and feel like quitting but if I can get through that, I can keep going without too much hassle. The 7km loop I did was mostly around our estate, it’s getting boring and I think if I want to do further distances closer to home, I’m going to have to think about heading out further afield.

Caught the train to Milton today to go to Intraining, and on the way there was a hitch hiker on the freeway. Don’t see too many of them, but what made it more interesting was that he had two little West Highland White Terriers with him. They were just sitting there, totally unfazed by the fast and furious traffic close by. Cruisy little dogs.

Podiatrist happy with my shin, me too! Have had no problems apart from maybe a twinge for the first km or so of a run, but then it’s fine, and is fine for the rest of the day. He said there wasn’t much could be done with my Nikes, they’re less flexible, have a harder and higher arch, and they don’t allow my big toe to bend which puts pressure on my arch. He reckons just to stick with the Asics I have and get the same style when they run out. Fair enough too - the Nikes didn’t cost me anything, but if I had to pay a couple of hundred dollars for a pair of shoes only to find they caused me pain, I’d not be a happy chappy. Just as well Roseanne takes the same size shoe as me - she can use them as they’re virtually brand new.

Nice vanilla latte at the Coffee Club after - the kiddies get a spider if they’re good at the podiatrist. I’ve ordered my VIP card, hopefully will arrive by the weekend. Miss 7 said to me, “Mum, I’m worried about you, I think you’re running too much and I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I know what it’s like to run too much and hurt myself”. Nice that she cares, LOL. They actually did some schoolwork today without complaint, Master 5 was very good with his maths.

I was reading an article in the Australian Veterinary Journal lately, about veterinarians’ income (is the apostrophe in the right spot there?) - there’s an increasing number of vets being churned out into the workplace, and a slow but steady reduction in the number of dogs and cats in Australia. The ratio of vets to animals is greater in Australia than in either the UK or the USA. Couple this with the fact that online sales of flea products etc is increasing at the expense of in clinic sales, and in the next 2-5 years it will not be necessary to vaccinate animals every year, you can see that vets are going to have to do something to maintain practice income. Wages are not going to go down, equipment still has to be serviced, and insurance premiums just get higher each year. I can see that going to the vet because your dog has a cough will be very expensive, and this may also have an effect on the price of desexing.  What will this do to the unwanted pet population? There are interesting times ahead. Pet insurance will be a must.

I discovered that Guinness has eaten a hole in the middle of an old quilt. Not impressed.

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