memories

I made it back from Sydney unscathed last night. I managed to negotiate the long-term car park dragging the family’s entire worldly possessions single-handedly, did an impromptu tour of north-west Melbourne’s less salubrious suburbs and ended up back at home, breathing a large sigh of relief.

Sydney’s pretty spectacular looking really - especially the bit I was staying in. Great big bridge, wet bits underneath, funny-looking opera house, loadsa money.

That being said, I did feel like a bit of an interloper there, like at any moment a security guard could jump out and arrest me for having insufficiently blue blood and/or less than 100 million in my savings account. Also, it’s far too hilly and far, far too humid.

In short, I’m glad to be back.

This morning I was up with the birds and out for a longish 17k trundle around the Dandy Creek Trail. Actually I was up before the birds and had to wake them up as I went. Birds these days - they’re slackers.

The only thing to note about the run is the fact I remember very little about it. I know I did it, as I remember knocking on the front door at 6:20, very sweaty. I also have vague glimpses of memories of, amongst other things, Dorset Road and a bunny rabbit on the Dandenong Creek Trail.

Everything else is a blank, like after a very heavy drinking session.

Which leads me kinda nicely too my next bit:

Goals for 2007

1. no more alcohol, especially beer, at least until I next run a marathon
2. drink more water, even when I’m not running
3. run the Sri Chinmoy marathon at Williamstown
4. beat the train again at Puffing Billy

Number 1 and 2 are going pretty well, thanks for asking. As for the others - we’ll see how they turn out.