yasso

Last Tuesday I went out an a limb, promising a session of the dreaded Yasso 800’s. Having gone so far as allowing my mouth to write the cheque, yesterday it was time for my legs to cash it.
You know what: after all that, the Yassos aren’t that bad. I can run 800 metres in 3 [...]

football

I’m not sure I was really on the ball today. Well thought-through logic was conspicuous by its absence.
I refer, in this case, to my decision to avoid the football crowds in the city by running to the tan, via the MCG. Not so clever, in retrospect.
Still, what’s done is done. In the end there didn’t [...]

just call the bloody election, please….

When it comes to epic battles of political ideas, I’m as big a fan as anyone. I’d also agree that Australian politics have gotten a fair bit more interesting in the post “Kevin07″ era. I’m generally in favour of politicians running around the country throwing out fistfuls of cash left, right and centre, on the [...]

money

As if the state of my bank balance wasn’t proof enough, I’m rapidly coming to the conclusion that I don’t understand money.
Consider this:
A few weeks ago, the world’s financial markets were in disarray because a whole bunch of banks in America turned out to be giving out loans to any Tom, Dick or Harry [...]

yassooo

God help me, the Melbourne Marathon is less than two weeks away. It doesn’t bear thinking about, really.
After an ill-timed bout of unwellness, my sad excuse for a sub-conscious mind (SCM) has spent the past week fatally undermining my progress with a series of delusions centring around classical music, phantom ailments and the conviction [...]

Simone Warne

A late, but extremely competitive, entry in the 2007 head-slappingly-stupid comments awards. This one’s from Simone Warne/Callahan on the occasion of discovering her ex-husband has cheated on her again:
I’m angry that I was fooled again … I can’t believe he’s cheated on me again.
If that’s true, she’s possibly the only person in the western world [...]

obscure seinfeld references

Two whole days have passed since your last installment of JRuns. Two days in which your world has probably grown a little darker, more lonely and without hope. Never mind, I’m back.
Where have I been? Nowhere in particular, you know: around.
Actually I’ve been at work, earning the daily stipend; tapping away at the old PC [...]

heckling

Imagine, if you will, you were a fly on the wall of the Jruns marital bedroom around 9 o’clock last night (don’t worry, this isn’t going anywhere x-rated). Mrs JH was in bed and I was emerging from the ensuite pulling on my flashy new pair of Skins; quite a difficult thing to do standing [...]