Motivation ...

... and the lack of it!


Well, I seem to have recovered well from the escapades at the Glasshouse 100. Nothing aching, nothing sore. One toenail working its way off and the single, tiny blister I suffered has all but gone. By the way, in the picture, I just happen to be winking at AT, I wasn't having a stroke!


I've run a couple of 12km runs (first one last Saturday in the midday heat) with no ill effects. Legs were a bit heavy the first time but much better the second a few days later. I've got 20km lined up tomorrow morning and I'm sort of looking forward to it.


I say sort of becuase I'm motivationally challenged at the moment and though it's understandable I guess (I hadn't anything scheduled until Hares & Hounds in January) I wouldn't want it to continue for too long. The cure? It was my intention to cut my long runs to one every fortnight between now and January and concentrate on gaining speed, so I've scheduled my first one since the 100 miler ... the 46km beach run at the Bribie Beach Bash next Sunday (October 5th). That should keep me honest!


Have to say though that the motivation may be partly due to the departure of my visitors. Janet only left this Wednesday having stayed on for three weeks to work in the Mater Hospital here in Brisbane. Though I hadn't seen them for five years, I didn't realise how much I missed them and indeed home in general until they stayed for those few weeks. All the more reason to stick to our pencilled in visit to Wales in 2010.


We're in a pretty good spell at the moment, I think both of us were feeling the strain of the build up to Glasshouse and though there is a feeling of 'what now?', there's definitely a sense of relief too.


I'll keep you posted.