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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, April 24, 2009

The Wombat takes a tentative step...

Tonight I took my first tentative Steps in 9 days...I made it back alive and I'm writing this so things are looking good. The problem that I found was that for the entire 3 miles I was fighting with myself in my head. The self talk went a bit like this;

" Feeling good, steady , steady don't over do it ..... Am I breathing? Yeah things seem OK....Shit a little breathless... no its in my head... you are you're head you idiot... no really listen to me, I feel a little breathless.... Yeah OK your right not fantastic but moving and feel in control... how far do you reckon you've gone...800m ... oh boy this is gonna be a long run.... stay focused , you knew it would be a fuzzy start, always is after an injury and this is like an injury... Harden up!!!
OK here comes a hill now don't push it just get over it... not great but did not stop... up and over well done, .. Bugga still not comfortable in drawing a full breath , just does not feel right.. come on see it through."

At this point I had made it well past halfway and was on the second last climb of the run where I got half way up and had to back off: (the head talk continued)
"What are you doing soft ?#@$.. you don't stop on a hill... you do if you can't breath... yeah but you can breath...well it feels like I can't, no your right keep going up and over, don't let the sle ftalk defeat you... see you made it, piece of piss nearly home"
Got home and felt OK but nothing flash. I know that this will be a long journey and once I get my confidence back I'll be fine.....
He's back
3 miles 20minutes 22seconds.
Barrel on Wombats...

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