Remember me - the boring old fat C25K graduate who was heading off for a break in Adelaide? Well, Laura and myself went out for our first run this morning. When we were driving to Edinburgh airport on Saturday, the sleet was falling and the temperature was about 3 degrees. Today it was 6c at home. When I set off for my first Adelaide run at 9am, it was 25 degrees!
That was bad ... However, keeping to the shady side of the street helped. The good news was that because the city is on the side of a hill, my first mile or so was downhill, and really easy. The smell of the Eucalyptus trees was heady, and at one point a pair of parakeets flew past me. This, I thought, was something special. At the bottom of the hill, headed along the flat to the park and completed mile 2 with no real problems.
Of course this sense of paradise couldn't last, could it? And neither it could. Remember the downhill? Well, if you remember the film 'Bullitt' and that long downhill in San Fransisco? You guessed it - imagine trying to run that in the uphill direction - that's kind of what was facing me. See the photo to get some idea ... So, after a smooth 2.5 miles, it was a case of stopping to walk uphill. However, at the top, turned left and picked up the pace for a half mile. By this time, Laura had finished her turn as a DJ and had left me on my own. Thanks very much - I bring you all this way and this is how you repay me?
End of the flat, turn right - damn, it's uphill again. Almost there, need to turn right again. This time it was a genuine 45 degree incline all then way to base. Did I run it? DID I RUN IT? Of course not. If I had been wearing some crampons, it would have been easier. However, I did manage to drag myself to the door before collapsing in a heap.