They do, it's true. It's a special kind of poo, but it's poo nonetheless. It's to help them learn to live off eucalyptus leaves. I think that's the best thing I learnt in Australia.
I did my 10-mile PMP run on Weds night. It always feels like a test, but I'm never sure what the pass grade is. I did my 10 miles in 1:27, which is veeery slightly under my goal of 1:28. 8:42 pace would mean a 3:48 marathon. But it didn't feel like marathon effort. PMP should feel pathetically slow for 10-miles, and it was work. Not hard work, but work. But I was in the beginning phases of a cold, so maybe that's what made it work. I don't know. I do know I will not be going out with the 3:45 pace group (Auckland has 3:45 and 4:00). I will make 3:50 and 3:55 pace bands, I think. It's hard to know where I am. So many good long runs, and some ok faster runs, but training has been so f'd up.
6 weeks to go. Three more long runs to taper and I missed this weekend's long run (just 15). I missed this week's speedwork too, and only did one run other than the 10-miler (5ish miles, easy). I'm sick and pathetic with one of my silly headcolds. It's horrible feeling so bad that I'm not even jealous of P's wonderful ride yesterday, or of the runners we saw in the twilight around the South Coast last night. Yuck. PLEEEASE let it all snap back together next week!
Another thing I learned: when I wear my running shorts to work out, I look sporty. When I throw a hoody on and catch the bus home, I look sporty (and a little gross). When I wear my new hot pink skirt to work out, I look sporty (and cute). But...when I throw on a hoody and catch the bus home, I look like a tarty girl in a short hot pink skirt. It took me awhile to figure out what all the staring was about.
Not much to say, sorry! Knock wood for a kick ass next 6 weeks!