Sep 17, 2014
After a good run on Monday, yesterday the Achilles was a bit tender, but it was much better again today. And I decided to pay a visit to Michael Bushell, the running physio who helped me with the previous Achilles problem.
I took the view that the current issue is taking longer than I’m happy with, so it couldn’t hurt. Michael has already identified how I can fairly quickly get back to my best. I’m looking forward to engaging in the exercise program he has given me. Stay tuned.
Today’s race from the past is the 1987 Australian Marathon in Sydney. Starting on the north side of the harbour with several thousand participants, the race passed over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, through the city, out to Botany Bay, before finishing just a mile or so from my home.
It was by far my best paced marathon, with the first half being just a minute faster than the second half (and that was probably because the first half had more downhill). I passed through halfway in 83:36, before powering through the field to finish in 77th place in 2:49:14. I don’t have the body shape to be competitive in marathons, so my placing was very satisfying. I felt great throughout, which always helps one’s enjoyment of a race. It remains my best ever marathon time.
On This Day
Sep 17, 2012
Distance today = 51.06 km; Total distance = 11,755.29 km; Location = Weston, West Virginia – 39 02.809′ N, 80 29.945′ W; Start time = 0821, Finish time = 1619
The forests of West Virginia must be teeming with wildlife, because the roadkill toll is definitely on the up. Raccoons, squirrels, chipmunks, skunks, rabbits and deer all made unfortunate appearances today on the road. I also heard a woodpecker, which was very much alive.
I also startled a deer, rabbit, and squirrel when I ran past them. All three were drinking in a stream. It was a like a scene from Bambi.
I passed through the delightful little town of Glenville mid morning and had a late breakfast with Carmel at a local cafe – a delicious vege omelette. From there it was on to the finish in Weston, the boyhood town of Stonewall Jackson.
I must admit, I’m sick of hearing barking dogs. Everyone around this region seems to keep dogs, either on a short leash or in cages. I assume they are used as guard dogs. Because of their lack of freedom, they’re all quite mad, and go nuts when I ran by.
However, one place today had three dogs tied at equal distances from each other, followed by a goat. It appeared to be a guard goat. As the great Bobby Quin will tell you, “A good goat’ll do that”.
One final observation – the drivers of school buses seem to be the fastest and most reckless of all drivers in these parts. They fly around blind corners, sometimes on the wrong side of the road. They are worse than what I would have expected from Otto on The Simpsons.