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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.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

2011 and another under the belt.

Ran from home this morning, out the door and into the bush. Mind you a chunk of the course was on the road (bitumen surface) but the majority was along gravel tracks and over undulating terrain. My only grizzle was the bloody easterly wind which tends to live in our back yard over the summer months. I guess its lucky I am a wombat because it was a case of head down and nut it out.

In my younger days as a furry cute wombat with no fear of anything I would have run harder just to spite the wind and then kept winding it up until I got home. Now as a gnarly greying wombat I tend to barrel along at a steady state with gritted teeth merely cursing the wind. (what does not kill us makes us stronger.... Or simply annoys us to the point where we try to beat the shit out of it).

Anyway plenty of roos (kangaroos) out today across the open gravel rise. No snakes which was a bonus, not that I usually see many, well, see any actually. The small kicker hill was a bit of a bastard today and I just could not drive up it (lazy I think) Came back in through the loop to be greeted by my dog at the gate. All in all a great run.

For the garmin junkies (not quite there yet) I averages 3.50/km with a max pace of 3.28/km. The FR60 also made me a cappuccino at the 4km point of the run which I declined however of even less use to me I took 6672 steps for the run. Not sure of I will add that information to my diary as it is not something I would reflect on for future improvement, just another thing to worry about.

1 comment:

  1. laughin my head off here trying to digest all the vitally important garmin data...trying to avoid laughing too loudly with my kids asleep, but hilarious stuff...really enjoying the description...:-)...

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