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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.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Sometimes being a distance runner, or in my case being a has been  distance runner, looks a bit like this.The funny thing is that despite the isolation of the journey , it does become an addiction.

I ran hard last night, against a young guy I'm helping to coach as a part of a team and a part from the fact that he wiped the floor with me and this morning I felt like I had been hit by a bus, I ran again today. 
This is not normal behaviour however, it is a distance runners behaviour. Sticks and stones may break my bones but long runs seem to excite me.... 

Barrel on wombats...