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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.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

It has been a while between blogs. Similarly it has beena while since I ran in Jacoby Park in Mundaring too. This morning I returned there and covered a trail where I first started to do my long runs. The big boys would go out and back for an 18miler but as a young kid I would do a 9 miler later on we found a loop that was 9 miles and as I got older this became 2 loops and an add on for a 2hr30 minute run.

A lot has changed out on the old circuit. There has been considerable clearing of the old pine plantation that ran up the side of the long climb home. The airstrip looks different and even the cross trail that you run across to get back onto the loop has been cleared and changed. The climb is still savage but the surrounding bush has been altered.

Still when its all said and done I guess we all get older and this area was bound to be affected over time.

The run itslef was slow and steady and I did not see a sole from start to finish, something that has never really bothered me in all my time running. I like the solitude. The ability to running faster or slower without complaint from others. The chance to just get out and run.

Barrell on wombats