Paranoia

6.15 am, 5 * 1200 m, Centennial Park

My first decent work out since the trip to New Zealand and, I'm not paranoid but, a combination of events are conspiring to put me into overdue retirement: captivated by airline and conference food, rotating foot and leg niggles, and World Cup Football sleep deprivation.

At least a few others are on the way up in the running cycle. Good to see Horrie and Blue Dog running spritely this morning. Fats was a touch reserved after the Gold Coast Half, only running an Olympic B qualifier.

I belted myself out there on the track this morning and noticed the effects of a week off.

Times were 4.14, 4.21, 4.21, 4.21 and 4.14. I hobbled home, and had I been moving any slower the park-rangers would've successfully put up the screens around me and shot me.