Oh My God If Only I had Fur......

Well Courtney has headed over east to continue his journey. The Wombat wishes him all the very best in his pursuit to be the best he can be.... I guess now I have to get really fit so someone can take up the tempo runs.... Marc See maybe.... even Patto....

Anyway winter is moving in and the cold has crept into the bones of this old boy. Its times like these that I wish I had fur because stepping out the door into some of the weather of late has not been a pleasurable experience. I must say that once I have wormed up things are a lot more cheerful but that does take a little time. I have often been asked " What do you think about on your runs? Do you listen to an Ipod etc"

To the first question I think about lots of things and sometimes nothing at all. I have run for three hours with a mate once and apart from the pleasure of each others company and the chance to be moving at a steady clip through the bush we did not speak until we got back to the cars. As to listening to Ipods I tend to get caught up in the moment and find they are more of a distraction to what is happening around me.

Running is an amazing sport as it involves very little and can be done anywhere. i love the challenge of pushing myself to new things and as I get older this has become a challenge in itself. I often wonder what would have happened if I had not taken a break from the sport. However I now have a new appreciation for how fit I once was. In some respects this may make me a better athlete in the long run. It certainly puts me in a position to say to athletes " Never take anything for granted, especially your fitness" I wold say stop and smell the roses every now and then . Take a look at what you are working to achieve or what you have achieved so you can cherish a moment or even the moments that have already passed. Sometimes we get so busy working towards something that we actually forget to celebrate and appreciate what we did when we actually get there.

As for having fur... I guess its time to pull on the tights again. ( Must be getting soft in my old age, as a young wombat it was shorts and T-shirt at the most in any weather)

Barrel on wombats....

Bedding down for the winter...

Well, it has been a while but all good things come to those who wait and wait I feel I have. The wombat has been out on the pavement and trails again and things are slowly and I do mean very slowly coming back to where they should be. The pain has gone and everything seems good. This only frustrates me more because I still can't place a finger on what I actually did. This makes it hard to avoid doing it again.

The winter is upon us and the cold mornings and cold evening mean I am rugging up. As a young wombat this never really bothered me and shorts and singlets with an occasional T-shirt were standard issue. As I get older I seem to have more layers on as I head out the door. Still its just great to be out doors again and covering the ground.

See you all out there.

Barrel on wombats...