Usual run-of-the-mill stuff, if you'll pardon the pun  Tuesday night out with Peter, as Monday I  was at the show and was stuffed already by the time I got home.  We did Mountain View (you'll get sick of reading it before I get sick of running it) and once again I sucked, being dropped by P like a bag of spuds.  The run is here.

This is what the descent down one of the steep parts of the hill looks like from the top.  The photo doesn't really do it justice.

Thursday night at Caboolture Road Runners we ran two sets of four reps of two minutes.  That's sixteen minutes of fast running.  Once again, I felt old and slow and fat.  I think my core is weak and that has me swishing from side to side like a washing machine, or Humphrey B Bear hula dancing.  Gotta work on that.  The run is here.