I swear these are the most despicable birds, and normally I am a serious animal lover. Either that or they are manic depressants. I know it’s about protecting their nests, but seriously, how neurotic can they be?! Since I’ve been back on my bike in the last few weeks it seems every time I have to contend with getting clobbered in the head by these damn birds! I even negotiate a slightly different route to work each day after I get attacked the day before, and I am still “offending” some stupid magpie no matter which way I go! The first time the bird hit me so hard it nearly knocked me off balance, and it drew blood on my face despite the fact that I was wearing a helmet. It’s funny though, as I walk past that magpie tree most mornings with FD#1 on our walk and it never complains about her. They seem to have it in for my red bike helmet! I rode another 30kms into work today. I’ve gotten a bit further with my bike computer; I’ve actually put it into my handbag so that the next time I’m at the shops I can buy a battery for it! That’s one step closer to putting it on the bike and actually being useful!
I am so excited this week with the house; it is finally a hive of activity! When I get home tonight the limestone work in the pool yard should be all but finished. I’ve got a carpenter for the deck, and a fencing guy lined up to do the pool fence… it’s all go. For months and months of struggling to get anyone in to do things, the last pieces of the renovation are coming together. My deadline is the end of November as some of my family is visiting for MGirl’s graduation and I want it to look civilised by then.
Not much to report on the leg, it still feels fine. The muscle twinges now and then, but there is no pain. I am crossing everything that this cycling work is building up the muscles without impact and that running is just around the corner. I was on a website today looking at another Ultra called the Fat Dog 100… somewhere in the USA. A comment by one racer from the 2010 race said it made the Death Race look like a walk in the park. Maybe running the Death Race is just the beginning of some cruel and unusual torture I can subject my body too. But first things first… run til Death!!! I volunteered at the Fremantle Half Marathon on Sunday morning. I was supposed to be running it, but we won’t go there! I just so happened to be standing next to the Brook’s Running stand and had a long conversation with the rep about the shoes I’d chosen and if they were correct. I’ve got a few ideas to try with other options of models, but the Adrenaline should work for my feet. I recall back at the time of the City to Surf, my calf muscle was beginning to give me some grief and I hadn’t changed shoes at that point. So it’s not fair to say the change in shoe was the problem, but I think it did aggravate it more. I shall just have to be patient, for at least another week.
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