|Run Geelong 2010, cnr Maud and Swanston Streets.|
Being a Friday morning, there were people everywhere; most of them walking in smaller or larger groups, including a rather large cohort of elderly walkers who I think have a regular assignation with that section of the river and who require some serious navigational effort to avoid.
Pairs of women seemed to be a common combination of walking companions as did younger mothers with babies and toddlers in prams, all of which had to be circumnavigated. The male of the species was rather under-represented in all age groups and other joggers and cyclists were at a bare minimum.
As I thumped my way around the track, I made my usual attempt to notice the birds, however as I hadn't run for nearly three weeks, I think I spent more time concentrating on my lungs, legs and dodgy achilles than on the resident fauna. Having said that, I do find that even at a slow jog, it is significantly harder to observe your surroundings than it is at a walk, consequently, many things no doubt go unobserved.
On this occasion, running only as far as Queens Park, I managed to cover a little over 14km which wasn't too bad given my recent lack of application and in a time which was within acceptable limits - just. I even managed to run the 1.4km uphill section from the river to home. I figured it was the least I could do considering recent advice that to improve my running times I should take up some fairly serious uphill training. I am still in two minds about this as my competitive urge is probably almost as great as my desire not to burst a lung during training sessions. I don't do hills!
From there, it was plain sailing to Swanston Street and the stump which has come to signify that the end of my run is, if not actually in sight, then at least no more than 1.4km away. I have really come to appreciate the sight of that stump!