Heartbreak Tuesday

Up early this morning to watch the Australia v Italy World Cup match. Very proud of the way the team played the game and it is disappointing to lose it at that moment and in that way. But I was happy that we scored a goal in a World Cup Final. I am happy that we won a World Cup Finals game. It was amazing that we got past the group stage. And it was fantastic that we held Italy to 0-0 for all but 30 seconds of a match. In reality, although we controlled the ball well and at times dominated, in the end we just didn't have enough class to put a goal in the back of the net. Italy were unlucky with the chances they made and we were depending on luck for our chances.

The real heartbreak is that after my run on Sunday night, I woke yesterday with my left hamstring sore again. This is not just a taper-madness all-in-the-mind niggle. It was sore and restricting me just walking around. I went to Southbank Monday lunchtime to pick up my race number (M1122) and tried to walk boldly up to the counter without a limp but it was not very comfortable. No wonder the lady gave me such a funny look, when she saw I was doing the full marathon.

Today it is a lot better, so I am going to have to be very careful not to aggrevate it before Sunday and just hope it will stand up to the journey.

Bugger.