Back to reality after an awesome weekend

Well, that ended up being an awesome weekend.

My dad shouted me over to the Hong Kong Sevens for the weekend. I got over there on Friday afternoon, and I went out with my Dad, my uncle Steve, everyones Uncle Bill (a good family friend from Hong Kong) and a few other mates. Had a really nice dinner that unfortunately did not agree with me, as I spent a sleepless night vomiting. I was feeling pretty ordinary on Saturday, so I stayed in the hotel and watched the Sevens on TV, not even feeling up to a walk around the hotel until late afternoon.

The following morning I felt much better, so off the the Sevens for the Sunday. An excellent day, Uncle Bill's real nephew Ricky scored a try for Hong Kong, Fiji won the competition, with their 38 year old captain Serevi (absolute legend) winning player of the tourmnament. Had a great day.

When I got back to the hotel at 10:30 I even felt good eneough for a run, so I headed out across the road from the Grand Stanford and ran along the harbour (cheers Greenie). It's been so long since I went for a "real" run - no treadmills, no ovals. I'd almost forgotten just how bloody wonderful it is. My knee felt fine, I ran about 8K in 48 minutes and loved every second of it. I ran over a few overpasses, so I even tried some hills (haven't done that in months) and the knee didn't falter. I felt very weak afterwards, but the run was just beautiful.

I caught the day flight home yesterday, and if I needed a reminder that it was back to reality, I got it during the 45 minute wait at 11:00 last night at Blacktown station getting home from the airport.