Hills are a bit of a bugger really, aren’t they? I mean – you work your guts out, running, walking, staggering, crawling to the top of the things and when you get to the top you justifiably feel as if the worst is over.
After all – they’ve even invented a saying for this very situation: it’s all downhill from here. As I understood it, that’s supposed to imply every thing’s easy-street from here on in.
In reality, going down is about three times as fast, but it also takes your quads and bashes them with a meat tenderiser. And not gently, either.
The family members are not exactly brimming over with sympathy either. They seem to feel that if I choose to run up a mountain then I deserve whatever I get.
Sigh.
Leonard Cohen
In all the excitement I neglected to mention the Leonard Cohen concert on Saturday night. I’m a bit of a fan – no, make that a FAN – so I’d probably pay to watch him snoring, but he was surprisingly entertaining. He was in fine voice – for him – and the band was great. He played for an astonishing 2 and a half hours plus interval, and skipped on and off the stage like some bizarre 75 year-old leprichaun, even in the 5th encore.
And the music was great. Bird on a Wire, which I’ve never really liked, became a really cool blues number. Hallelujah, which probably everyone was waiting for, was also inspiring, completely different but on a similar level to the Jeff Buckley version.
A very happy JH left the Yarra Valley on Saturday night. Little did I know what the morrow would bring, mountain-wise.
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