Despite there being no training today,
i'm up at some unearthly hour.
CCA fair. board. netball. 8am.
Despite chalking up on the groan meter,
i'll still be there. weird.

Training yesterday,
was well and truly spooky.
Blistering heat. Excessive warmups.
Unconceivable happenings.

How can one find joy in running
and running and running, in the
sweltering, searing, scorching
sizzling hot-enough to fry an egg on your head,
weather?

Ah right,
better get on the road now, otherwise,
i'm going to be late.


there's gotta be more to life