Just to clarify, I didn’t post a survey about whether I should chop my hair off. My co-worker Gemma did. I voted on it, and now I can see lots of votes on it from my friends (people that she doesn’t know). So presumably you all saw it on my wall? Bad UI, Facebook.

So AWESOME. Best, longest, most fun run ever. I can do this!

Was blogging about our 10th anniversary dinner on Friday when I suddenly realised it was actually 11th. #marriedmathfail

5:52am, and I’m fuelling up for today’s 20-miler. STOMACH, CALM DOWN OKAY?

Halfway point – 10 miles finished! At home for a quick pitstop with a SMILE on my face. 🙂

Nice & easy. Very sore from last night’s brutal massage!

Night run. Fastest mile time in years: 9:49!! Hamstring playing up a bit at the end tho.

Bought a new faucet, breakfast at Bourke St. Bakery, came home and installed the faucet, voted in NSW state election, did the grocery shopping, switched Snook over to Telstra. Phew. Tired. Busy Saturday so far…

Mocha hot cross buns are now out at Baker’s Delight. Screw your Cadbury eggs and your Peeps; these are the BEST part of Easter.

My 20yo self knew enough not to drink 4 glasses of wine on an empty stomach. Conclusion: I am officially getting dumber as I get older.

“I am the EARTH MOTHER, and you are all flops.” Goodnight Martha. Sad, sad, sad. (R.I.P. Liz Taylor. You were a legend.)

Gentle 3:1 morning run along Blackwattle Bay. Lovely!

Equinox. Aren’t I meant to be able to stand an egg on end or something? I seem to remember doing that in elementary school.

Slow run in a total downpour. Soaked. Miserable. But I did it.

Portrait of a Miserable, Soaking Wet Runner Who Nevertheless Just Finished Five Miles.