We left the AGM a bit early last night, arriving home around 11 o'clock (before I turned l'orange). We hung on until after the after the farce of reports were done and the election of all office bearers and a new committee was satisfactorily completed by an overwhelming margin.

A good result.

An early start to prepare for a plumber to come this morning to install a couple of new toilet suites and shower unit was necessary, however this process has been almost six months in the ordering, re-ordering and obtaining a tradesman.

I left for an appointment in Civic, leaving Rob to assist with the drilling and coffee making. Instead of coming home to change, I stayed in the area, and attempted to tape my ankle, first in the car, and then at the coffee shop at Regatta Point. It was a gloriously sunny winter day, without the winds of yesterday, and warmth from the sun despite a feeble maximum of only 17*C. Upon arriving at the Customs run, I was aware that I had taped the base layer too high and too tight ~ however having already used a few metres of sticky congealed tape, and contorting myself in unnatural positions to get this far, I was not going to revisit it now. To give myself a better idea of how I was managing with my ankle, I went off my 'correct' handicap of 13:00 minutes, which should predict about a 4:30 minute pace for the flat 5k.

On starting the run, it was apparent that my ankle was fine, yet the taping was far too tight. I tried to ignore it, and managed to do so until about the three km mark, however by now it was starting to adversely affect me. Within the next km, I found that I was pulling up tight and and stiff in the right hamstring. As this progressed, and I was passed by the last (fastest!) runner, I realised that I was only doing myself a disservice, and stopped in an attempt to rip off the strapping where it was the tightest. I did not succeed in doing much of a job, and jogged back to the finish, trying not to favour or aggravate the hammie further. I don't know what time it was (nor does it matter), as I ripped off my shoes, socks and attempted to remove the tape and bandages. The hammie still twinged rather alarmingly.

On returning home, I iced and spent a dangerous few hours vacuuming and washing floors and stairs from plumbers detritus. Too much housework. Too likely to get injured.

I'm pretty annoyed with myself, I could have done without the tape, and now have caused an unnecessary niggle.

I hope that is all it is.

To Sydney tomorrow to collect race numbers and prepare for the SMH Half.