Blinded by The Bling and Sowing the seeds of love.

7.30am, 2 hours, Centennial Park

My vision is severly impaired this morning, not by the Tollana chunder-Bin cabernet sauvignon I drank last night, but by the morning sun reflecting off the ANSW gold medal sitting on the desk. Never one to let such a tremendous success go to my head, I headed off with heavy legs to 2 hours of hard labour with Sean's squad.

There was a good crowd of yesterday's Nowra runners including Mohammed with a spring in his step. My gait was more akin to stepping on egg-shells. I eventually warmed up but it was hard work all session.

I finished with a spurt (of speed) after one of Sean's younger female runners blasted past me with breathtaking pace. I think I fell in love with her acceleration.