The guy in THAT book (yeah, "Born to Run"), said the key to getting form right was to make it Smooth, wait for it to get easy, then it'll become fast all by itself.

I wish I'd had a clock on today, because, it started slow and smooth, stayed easy, and clicked up into a really nice pace by the end. The "float" that I've talked about before came back and stayed. The sensation is very unusual - the sensations of running used to be all about contact and impact, now it's about my knees - that sharp, quick knee lift that gets the back foot up and starts the next swing - rather difficult to describe.

Today was a good run - for the first time in a while, I got a bit cold - there was a strong steady wind (it's Perth, after all) and a bit of light rain at my back on the way home. Not enough to make the Fingens wet, which is really uncomfortable and rubby, but enough to give them a little feeling of slipping on the road surface.

I wondered today why I got a few rather bemused looks on the paths (more than usual) - looking down, I did have a particularly short pair of running shorts and a shirt borrowed from Rita (sure I asked), so I may have looked like I'd been left too long in the wash. Getting home and fronting the mirror, though, told the real story - I hadn't shaved for a week, so I was looking like I was being overtaken by a patchy fungus for starters, and the rain and headwind had pushed my hair into a twin set of mohawks - wolverine style - which was not at all pleasant. Alas, the camera didn't come out for that sight.

New rule:  Wear a hat, shave, or run at night.

Back to the office afterward, enjoying my new sport of making jewellery using wood and stainless steel. The machine is whizzing away at a new 5-axis creation right now, which should be done in the next few days. I'd like to think this is an interesting diversion between massive contracts, rather than a potential means of generating survival income, but we'll worry about that next week, eh?