On the run

Raw

I’m getting a wisdom tooth extracted tomorrow. The reason for the extraction is that there’s no opposing tooth to halt its progress, much as I described in this piece. The process is nothing like I described in this piece. I did feel a little shaky afterwards, though.

So when Trifecta: Week Twenty-Nine’s prompt was ‘decay’ I immediately thought of the dentist. Dr Le also warned me that my wisdom tooth was making it difficult to clean my molars, which could cause decay.

I didn’t want to write about that sort of decay, so I made some shit up.

2 hours ago -

I think the lighter needs an upgrade.

cmcassid:

Unwinding. (Taken with instagram)

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Looking around…

I just realised that some people may find my work environment a little eerie.

The house is dark and quiet; it’s just gone midnight. The wind gusts outside, making the trees groan. A red heat lamp dimly lights the room but does little to warm it. It heats that little log, though, which is why the snake is basking there, flicking her tongue at me.

3 hours ago -

The Razorback, Victorian Alps. It’s hard to get much running done when views like this take my breath away.

4 hours ago -

Bungalow Spur, Mt Feathertop, Victoria. I was supposed to be racing, but the scenery was just too beautiful.

4 hours ago -

You’ve Changed

You’re not what you used to be. You’re a different beast entirely. Where once I could find solace in your solitude, I only find chest-beating vanity and a holier-than-thou treatise on what I already knew. Where once you welcomed newcomers with open arms, now you scorn us and make us feel unworthy. Wait—I’m no newcomer. Yet, I feel this way nonetheless. Once a home for free spirits, you are now shackled by worldly concerns, capitalism, competitiveness. You chase the glory, unaware that we created it; it comes from within. You shame your origin, your roots, your ties to the soil. And your mother will reject you, as you rejected her open, honest heart. For beyond this space lies one still greater, reserved for those of pure intention.

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It’s not what you might think. Actually, I’m not sure what you might think. I just don’t like it when dominant, ridiculously competitive types change our communities… did anyone else notice what happened to the sport of triathlon in Australia? Sport is for everyone, not just the elite. For me, trail running is all about the dirt. What does it mean to you?

(Source: blindrapture.blogspot.com.au)

4 hours ago -

I like this alot… and I had to fight autocorrect to type it.

Follow the image to read a funny and forgiving article about dealing with compulsive grammar correction.

15 hours ago -

My little girl, Milly, basking after a big dinner.

2 days ago -

This is awesome. Beautiful images, quirky activity, sends a message. Love it.

gutewerbung:

Mountain Riders: Save the Mountain Campaign

Cardiac Massage, Heimlich, Mouth to mouth

“Save the Mountain.”

Advertising Agency: Marcel, Paris, France
Creative Director: Emmanuel Lalleve, Florent Imbert
Art Director: Julien Simons
Copywriter: Xavier Le Boullenger
CEO: Pascal Nessim
Account Supervisor: Céline Colin
Photographer: Sacha Goldberger
Art Buyer Supervisor: Jean-luc Chirio
Art Buyer: Anne Traonouil

(via ethicsinadvertising)

3 days ago -

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June Shenfield Poetry Award 2012

Yep, that’s my name—second place. I even got prize money.

There’s a little typo in the version they’ve posted, though. The seventh line should read ‘It does not find me wanting.’

After checking my original entry form again (just in case I’d done something terrible and mistyped my own poem), I asked the organisers to correct this for me.

5 days ago -

A rare photo with me in it. It’s a cold and overcast day, but as I run back past the SEC Hut, I’m already well on my way to receiving a terrible sunburn in that little patch of exposed skin behind my knees.

5 days ago -

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

— King S (2001), On Writing, Kindle edition, Loc. 3208.

Once again, King nails it and, once again, it’s true for many things. Don’t believe me? Here’s one example: running an ultramarathon.

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It is, after all, the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster’s shell that makes the pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters.

King S (2001), On Writing, Hodder, p. 278.

Stephen King’s advice to writers may also make sense to those in other industries who just want to get on with the job.

6 days ago -

Sometimes the Australian Alps Walking Track looks more like a pond. The pole line, usually only necessary for navigation through deep snow, reassures me that I’m on course.

6 days ago -

Where does the water go?

In survival situations, you need to find enough water to keep you hydrated, and you may need to use multiple techniques to get to that water. I think most people agree on that tip. But here’s one that I’m not sure about, most recently read in this Australian Geographic article:

With all water consumption the advice is never sip. ”Drink a cupful at a time,” says Bob. “If you sip water, the first mouthful goes to your digestion, the second to your liver and kidneys and none gets to your brain.”

I’ve read similar advice before, but I believe it was another outdoor magazine article quoting the same survival expert. I really don’t know anything about the science behind this, so I’m seeking your input—does anyone know if this is fact or mere speculation?

6 days ago -

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