what’s it all about?

I wrote something this morning over there at the Ausrun forum, on a post Clarkey started called “Introducing…”.
It was all about stuff like “Why did you start running?” “What do you like about it?” and “how much training do you do?”, that sort of stuff. I, dutifully, filled the thing out and clicked “publish”.
Simple.
The thing [...]

ouch

I read it on the internet, so it must be true, apparently in PNG, A pregnant woman hung from a tree after being accused of sorcery gave birth to her baby while struggling to free herself.
Her husband is quoted as saying:
“We managed to loosen the noose to get our feet on the ground … [...]

so you think you can make a tv show

I have a confession to make: I actually quite like “So you think you can dance”, the American version. The dancers themselves were amazing athletes, and their performances were of a really high standard. The host, Cat Deeley, was gawkily attractive and winning, despite towering about a foot over everyone else on stage.
If you learned [...]

that’s more like it

Today’s long run was everything last week was supposed to be. It was under-control at all times, fast-ish, fluent, enjoyable and above all: cool.
I scooted up the Mullum Mullum creek and back before tootling over to Mooroolbark, just for the hell of it. Taking a circuitous route, it ended up being 25km in 1 hour [...]

letter of the week

I’m a bit of a connoisseur of letters to the editor. When I pick up a copy of the paper, that’s the first page I look for. Today’s Age, which is normally a bit boring and soft left-wing, had a bit of a doozy, from Sean Kelly of Melbourne:
RE: TRUCK traffic in Yarraville, New Age [...]

god’s truth

There seems to be some misconception amongst you lot about my post yesterday, in which I said something along the lines of:
Julia Gillard: there’s something about her…
Now, it’s true I may have embellished the truth slightly, as I am wont to do, but as they say in the classics, many a true word spoken in [...]

get outta my dreams

er yes, get into my car.
I can’t get that damnable song out of my head today. For some reason, whoever runs the loudspeaker at Ringwood East Station seems to be a great fan of Billy Ocean. Barely a day passes without one of the many gems from Mr Ocean’s ouvre being blasted into my unwilling [...]

philosophy

In retrospect, Sunday’s post was an unnecessarily petulant, foul-mouthed display, which should and could be avoided. If I was thinking properly I would have realised I didn’t do that badly considering:

I hadn’t done anywhere near enough hill training and
the longest run I’d done was just over 2 hours

Still, it was disappointing to finish a run [...]