|Yass Golf Club. |
It's confronting, in my sixties, to compare how long it takes to get over a long hard run these days compared to thirty years ago. There was always fatigue and some stiffness the next day, but these days I'm practically immobile when I first get up, walking extra carefully and slowly downstairs and limping to avoid undue stress on damaged joints. I sometimes wonder if it's a portent of life in my eighties, if I make it that far.
|Glimpses of Gosford from atop Kincumba Mountain. |
|Part of the level fire-trail atop|
I had a good day today, considering the past four months, despite wondering a couple of times whether I could sense undue pressure in my chest during the harder parts of the ascent. Each time, I backed off just a little so my breathing didn't become too laboured, but suspect it was just my imagination. I definitely ran my best since the heart and lung ailments of Christmas, though there remains plenty of room for improvement. The tank was empty for the last few kilometres.