On Sunday, we had a really nice 10 KM run. We made it a longer run than usual as we were top loading the week because Kristie was going to be in Auckland on Wednesday. Tuesdays run was crappy, but we did it, and then the crap hit the fan.
Kristie went to Auckland on Wednesday, so we knew we wouldn't be running; we actually planned it that way. But then she couldn't make it home after Auckland as there was too much low hanging cloud here in Wellington, so she was stuck in Auckland until after 7:00 p.m. the next day. No fresh clothes, no toiletries, nothing. Luckily she bought some toiletries and a cheap shirt to sleep in from a grocery store.
Since she was in Auckland, we didn't run on Thursday either. We thought we would simply shift the rest of the running load onto Friday. Well that didn't work either as she was dog tired from two 12 hour days.
Then, this evening, we were bringing the dogs for a walk in the gorge, and we heard this thuka-thuka-thuka coming from the back tire. Flat! That means we can't do our waterfront run tomorrow! We're still going to do an 8 KM run around the neighbourhood tomorrow morning, but then we have to bring the car in to get the tire fixed.
All in all, running wasn't in the cards this week. Oh well, luck of the draw, I guess. Why did I use card metaphors when I have a picture of a craps table? Weird.
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