Or something along those lines. I had an easy 8k with MBRR on Saturday morning followed by breakfast. Legs felt just okay, considering all the rest I’ve had. I had the HR monitor on again and it was darned hard to keep my heart rate down, I had to walk towards the end to keep it under the 138 or so. Too hard, no fun, so I’m thinking that if I run at conversational pace, that’ll do.
Birthday party for a friend on Sunday morning, and a gathering of some the nicest folk in the home ed community. I genuinely enjoy the people who were there, and was disappointed to have to leave so we’d be home in time for the grandparents coming to mind the kidlets. There was an informal trail run at Glasshouse on Sunday evening, and, thinking I need to start to run a bit further, I’d arranged for Poppy and Grandmarl to come for dinner and then mind the gruesome twosome while Hubby and I went out. Unfortunately we got home from the party too late to eat with them, and it was a quick “here’s a pizza voucher and $20, see you in a few hours”. I felt a bit guilty about that. We covered 26km in 4 1/2 hours of running/walking, my legs were exhausted and the last few km were a bit of a shuffle. I probably could have crawled quicker. What was good though, was that my shins and calves felt fantastic, no pain at all. I’ve been paying close attention to stretching lately, so it obviously has helped. What wasn’t good was that I’ve developed a bunion on my right foot which is quite painful. I’ll probably go back to the pod to see how it can be managed before Kokoda. Long term, it may need surgery but I’m sure there’s tons that can be done before that point. I can thank my father for my genetically poxy feet, he had to have a toe amputated because it was perpendicular to his foot and he couldn’t get a shoe on!
When we got home, Grandmarl had swept the patio, done the washing up, brought the washing in off the line, done a load of laundry and hung it out… I’ve asked her to babysit again tonight 
This morning the Griffins and I took Guinness and went and walked the Somerset Trial at Mt Mee. Hubby stayed home with Master 5 who had been up all night with vomiting and diarrhoea, which means that I was too. My legs felt really good after last night’s run, shins great, and I was starting to think all was going to be good! Nope, now I’m sore at the top of my ITB and it’s tight at the bottom, just beside my knee, so need some stretching and massage there. If it’s not one thing, it’s another - I’m thinking I’m destined to be a couch potato, or to fund my physio’s retirement.
As promised, here’s a whippet pic. The brindle and white boy is Tiger and the blue and white boy is Sherbet. Aren’t they just darling!! They’re quick little buggers though, they take off across the backyard and at around 10 weeks, Tiger is faster than Guinness.
The week ahead - probably start to slowly up the miles again, may go out with Anja on Tuesday night at Narangba, and Roseanne and I are doing the Mothers Day Classic on Sunday to raise funds for breast cancer research and support. My mum’s a survivor, been clear for 18 years, Grandmarl is also a survivor, Roseanne lost her mum to breast cancer and is carrying “the gene” so it’s affected us quite a bit. I’ve set up a link for donations if it takes the fancy: https://mothersdayclassic.trickytix.com.au/sponsor/view/32490/Audrey-Harvey
Time for bed, I’m shattered, Master 5 has a lot to answer for!!
Ohhhh - they are so cute - and they certainly seem to like each others company - all curled up together! The Mothers Day Classic is an emotional event - I’ve only done one, the year after my wife had her breast cancer operation - and I ran and cried all at the same time. So many people with tributes on their backs etc. - it was a moving experience.