One of those mornings...

This morning I was chewing a brick. Everything was a battle from putting on my shoes to getting out the door to taking the first step. It did not help that I took the young wombats to see 'Tron' . The session did not get started until 9.10pm so by the time we got home it was well past midnight. ( The words of Mona ringing in my ears " It does not matter what you did the night before as long as your there for the session")

Well not quite a session this one but a run just the same and at my junction in life at the moment every run is important to building the fitness and staying on the good looking side of the 'Man Mirror' . (Mrs wombat complains when she looks in the mirror however my man mirror seems to always portray me as " loooooooking Good". Most blokes have these mirrors). However I digress. My run was not enjoyed or maybe I would not let myself enjoy it. My legs ached , it seemed that my ankles did not exist and like a fellow athlete 'Jas' my knees refused to work. This meant that the first point at which my legs actually moved was through the hips.

A very slight breeze, warm , blew across kangaroo rise as I made my way over the small gravel incline heading towards Malmalling. This morning I did not even contemplate doing a loop of the small testing little circuit which I have created around this area. Actually look forward to when I am race fit to giving this a good hit out, but not today.

Came out onto the Molloy and then climbed back to the front gate. Just one of those runs where you tick the box. Sometimes its tough being a wombat (eats roots shoots and leaves) and this morning was one of those internal battles that everyone has once in a while. But at the end of the day I won because I did the run.

Hope you win your battle today.

Barrel on Wombats...