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The older I get the better I was... but after many years of idle burrowing the candle of desire is still burning and I have come to realise that running is as much a part of me as my heart and lungs... In Christmas 2008 I was 82kg and was not running a step..This is my journey , the journey of the wombat...Dogged...determined...persistent...and maybe a little grumpy.. but like the wombat my journey is territorial, its about running and I am going to work to protect it...Come along for the ride and see if I can become the wombat warrior. 2009 was a mixed bag for the wombat's journey.A top ten placing in both the Bridges and the City Surf brought a small sense of achievement but also a degree of frustration.... I think I can do better and better I will in 2010. A better run in the Busso Half iron man in support of TV in his swim and bike ride and that was about the extent of my racing. Lets see what happens in 2010 as "My journey Continues". Now in 2011 the wombat will continue his journey, but not alone the wombat has a youngling who knows how to dig. 2015 and its a new beginning , time goes on and the journey to the 2016 World Masters is under way.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Massage...Oh the pain!!!!


Even Wombats cry...at least this one did on Wednesday... I paid for the pain as well...

Visited Nathan Doig at the 'Body Station' for some desperately needed muscle care.

Now I had meet this young runner come boundary umpire many years earlier when he was a young cub who was looking to the stars, even today he still rates himself as a runner above that of a boundary umpire which is great to hear because he always had that raw speed...Nathan was one to bring out the wombat often as he dug deep and pulled out the tough runs when he needed to. Anyway I digress.. He is now a masseur with magic hands and while I squirmed more than a 2 year old eating broccoli he still managed to follow me around the table. I'd seen him the week before and he had hurt me but Wednesday was a whole new level. He got in deep and really worked out six years of knots...If I had been in the bush I would have lured him into a burrow and crushed his skull against the tunnel roof , as we wombats do, but I wasn't and I was paying for this privilege...Still he does a bloody good job and I know that this old wombat will be much better off for the treatment... For an hour we tried to out manoeuvre one another but with ever move that I made to escape he countered, he even apologised for hurting me at one stage but I could tell by his tone that it was superficial he loved doing it to me...I think I lost 2kg in sweat on that table that day but it was worth it...and just for the record I only ran 2 miles that afternoon...why ?? becasue I was sore... Even Wombats cry and on this day I did... Thanks Doigy.. and by the way I am doing the exercises that you gave me every day....

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