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Bit of autobio stuff. I know, euw, boo hiss etc, but it is my way of working through stuff and applying a humourous sheen to it that may not have been apparent at the time. At least the violence that occurred was against inanimate objects, not bodily in nature. Still, traumatic nevertheless.

As I mentioned, I intend on assembling these and publishing them (and, of course, retire from the proceeds). In any case, I enjoy putting these together. So there.

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My First Marathon

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This is a few years old, when I decided to run a marathon. If you zoom in you can see the notes from my kids that I stapled to my shirt. You might be able to make out what is written. Something along the lines of, you are a freaking nutter, but we love you, dad.

I am 200 metres from the finish line at this point and am beyond exhausted. Finishing was an emotional wallop, is all I can say, as I wolfed down bananas and protein bars, tears not far off. (the smell of bananas was a beacon of hope that the finish line was not far off)

I ran another marathon the following year, but had a slower time because I focused on enjoying the run (and the amazing vistas) and chatting with my fellow sufferers. I strongly urge you to exercise if you can, even if it is just a humble walk (and I love to those too). It is a form of meditation for me and has a way of putting things into place.

Next week is our fabled Sun Run which is a much saner 10K – I am bringing my teen son, as we have for the last 5 years to the run. Hope for sun – we’ve had a streak of sun for the past ten years on Sun Run day! Regardless, we will be there!