Back in the jug ....
If there's anything good about long-distance air travel I've forgotten what it is. I suppose its quicker than sailing, but really .... its almost agricultural. I spent the entire 24hr trip back to Sydney wedged in economy next to a 120kg gorilla who I swear was some kind of Serbian mercenary. After a while the right side of my upper body went numb, but I was too scared to say anything because much of the time he was engrossed in what appeared to be the East European equivalent of 'Soldier Of Fortune'. Such is life.I landed at 5.30am Wednesday morning, two days after I left London (you lose a day on the way back), had a quick shower and was in the office by 7.30am rather than drop another day's annual leave (Winston, I'll explain how this works later). I had hoped for a quiet day, but it was not to be. I worked through until about 6pm and somehow managed to avoid losing money, felt sick with fatigue so went to the local pub where we have a regular table at the weekly trivia quiz. After a couple of beers I felt much, much better and we won the jackpot for the first time( about $500 !). I was in bed by about 9pm, but that morning and every morning since woke at 4am feeling quite bright and sparky. Very strange.
I haven't run since I got back, but looking forward to putting the 'ruby slippers' through their paces during 'Pain In The Domain' on next Tuesday. Its now a lot cooler in Sydney than it was, so heat exhaustion won't be an issue. Thanks everyone for making Paris such tremendous fun ..... what's the plan for next year ?
posted by Steve @ 7:27 AM
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