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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.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Wombat takes on the Bitch....and wins


We runners do funny things. Some of my things is to give runs different names, give stages of runs different names, talk to myself while running and even practise how I would celebrate a win as I crossed the line...
The 'bitch' is the name that I give to the hill I have to run up if I head out to the rail trail at Druckers. From my burrow I have about four directions that I can head out to access a variety of runs.
One of my favourite trails to barrel along is the old rail trail that runs through Stoneville, Parkerville, Boya etc. however to get to it I have to run down a series of staggered hills. These are great going out cause your going down hill but they are a bitch to get up at the end of the run when your feeling tired , hence the name. ...Well wombat followers ,tonight I got up her without killing myself (feeling like my lungs were going to explode out of my mouth and my quads were going to spontaneously combust.) and I managed to negative split (got home faster that I went out )just. The run is 5 miles out and obviously 5 miles back. The pace was steady going out and I used the hill to warm up into a nice rhythm... I got out to the chair and table set in 35 minutes and 5 seconds and I got back in 34 minutes and 59 seconds for a total time of 1hr 8 min and 5 seconds(not that I was counting) well the fist was pumping as I passed the official finish line that runs (imaginary) from my letter box across the road to the cats eye on the road verge. (Ive beaten some of the world's best because they have not run through that line, more of that another time)
I saluted the crowd and signed autographs because I was pumped..man 2 and a half minutes quicker than a month ago over the same distance on the same course against a stronger field (imaginary of course).. No achilles niggle (the votaren and ice trick seemed to work).. All in all a great run...
Tomorrow night looks to be a big session of 1000s, hope I can hold it together...11 days until the bridges and the wombat will be looking for some scalps and some pay back....
Will the warrior get a sniff , time will tell....
barrel on wombats......
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