Picked up two of the little critters this morning and one on Saturday.
Might be the season, might be the bushbashing.
I find myself in a four-day Mount Cootha streak; four days in a row of cycling 25 minutes to the base, running around for a while and cycling home.
Sadly, this is the best trail-streak that I've had in two months. According to the scientifically tested horoscopes, one more month and we'll be sorted.
There were upsides and downsides to this morning's outing:
+: Slept 5.5 hours the night before (see the second word in the title) yet still ran the fastest I have on trails since Glasshouse.
-: Back pain! Went for a massage later in the day, and spent 40 minutes stretching key areas (hip flexors, quads, chest).
Luckily, it seems that the personal drama in which I've been embroiled for the past two months (hey, what a coincidence) has come to a stop, or atleast a comma.
Whatever happened to the good old days of waking up, running, eating, thinking about running then sleeping? As painful and destructive as it has been, there's alot to be learnt from the non-running aspects of life...
There are a few nuggets of wisdom in that movie trailer that are resounding pretty deeply at the moment:
Never stray from the path.
Never yield to temptation.
The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak.