After a weekend of running-based heroics, wiping myself out in rather epic fashion in the grounds of the MCG, last weekend was a return to something a fair bit more prosaic. I did manage a bit of a run, but it wasn’t really the focus, more of an aside. (Here it is on mapmyrun.com).
Yes, last weekend was spent with the general flock, following the standard outer-suburban Australian weekend migration pattern. For those of you inner-city trendies for whom this might be a mystery, this involves multiple car trips in concentric circles based upon various combinations of Bunnings, IKEA and/or Westfield.
For me it was Bunnings: my bi-annual flurry of interest in gardening.
Last time I got all excited about the garden was March of this year, when I spent a couple of days digging and planting a vegie garden. It looked pretty good, and for most of April I would sneak out in the early morning, furtively surveying the ground for any shoots peaking through.
Between then and now it all went to seed, except for an impressive collection of grass and a crop of broad beans my Dad called “triffid-like”. They’re about chin-height now.
I picked the first crop of beans yesterday, and brought them inside, all puffed-up with pride, only to face the awkward question “so, what do you do with them?”
It had me stumped. I don’t even like broad beans.
Trailwalker
There is maneuvering happening behind the scenes at the moment on the issue of Trailwalker 2008. Various female types have the early running, but I’m aware of a male syndicate threatening a rival entry.
I would normally be, up for the most running-related challenges. I’ll probably give this one a miss though, on the grounds that I have some fairly substantial challenges (there’s a hint!) planned for that period next year, and also my no-races-longer-than-a-marathon policy.
Politics
It seems John Howard has taken my advice (he’s an avid reader of this blog), and called the election. Thank christ.
I know 6 weeks seems like an awful long time, but take heart: at least the finish line is in sight.
So who’s going to win? I actually think a bet on J. Winston Howard may be worth considering, taking into account the rabid right-wing press and the inherent stupidity conservatism of the Australian electorate.
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