Vaguely thought of attempting the first stage of the event early this morning (3-4am) but lacked sufficient resolve.
Spent far too much of the day doing nothing. Another way of saying that I spent far too much of the day immersed in the terrible spectre of the event – which awaits me, which demands my participation, which is already here.
Late in the afternoon, far too late in the afternoon, I found the energy to get moving. Getting moving is much easier that laying still. This paradox lies at the heart of the event, which is never so palpably present and demanding until it is deliberately avoided. I am most embroiled in the event when I struggle to withdraw from it.
So actually starting out the door – all in navy blue – to run up a rough track to Broker’s Nose is very easy. It occurs to me that I find the resources to explicitly prepare for the event and the event – inasmuch as it is defined my unpreparedness – is lost.
Nonetheless I do indeed run up to Broker’s Nose and back. I drive to the back of Woonona, park my car and set out up the steep track to the Lower Escarpment road.
I wear a GPS sports watch that measures aspects of my performance.
It shows the terrain that I covered:
The details of my pace and elevation:
As well as a range of interesting statistics:
I cover just under 10km at fairly slow pace, climbing just over 450 metres.
There is a tree across the steep track at the bottom that slows my progress. There is a couple in a car that questions me just as I am approaching the end of the walk/run. They prevent me from going under an hour and fifteen minutes. At least now I have an easy target to aim for next time – under 75 minutes.
I am blindly beginning to feel my way into the event.