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Yes, now you mention it, there was that whole attempted genocide, self defence and protection of livestock.

This was me, 2022, emerging from lockdowns to discover all office bathrooms had special bins to dispose of sanitary pads, regardless of gender branding, and thinking I didn’t belong, that I was in the wrong stall.

Perhaps ‘acting in self defence’ will become a default response here too, whenever ‘threw their children overboard’ is unavailable.

At last, the Tomb Raider, Chariots of Fire crossover that we have all been waiting for.

Guess so, and a good step forward for the cultural zeitgeist, but a reminder to reconsider personal vernacular, when it is windy I am want to say it’s a double pegging kind of day (to keep the clothes on the clothesline).

A further benefit for the short-sighted, long distance, runner is honing mental acuity as oncoming peeps greet you by name and you have to return fire while they are still in earshot, it’s a frantic spin through the hippocampus Rolodex for someone who matches the approaching blurred body.

Still have good memories of Doutor espresso and buttered toast set to start each day, six years later.

Golden hour

Is this on your play next queue @hljackson.bsky.social ?

Warm and sunny morning on the trail to test my hypothesis that kilometres per minute positively correlates with degrees Celsius until the 🥵threshold is reached. Runners log: a quick for me 8km at a smidge over 45 minutes at 20•C.

Agree, it is a little difficult to keep tabs on all the bases for admiration, what with Quinn using all the sticky tabs in annotating your book.

A wonderful illustration of the benefit of girding the loins and getting a few half marathons under your belt.

Fabulous, all the best for recovery. Without wanting to distract you from enjoying the immense satisfaction you must be feeling right now, when you are ready to think about your next goal I will have a suggestion as to how to shave 8-10 minutes from your PB.

Perhaps NOvember could officially end on the fourth Thursday of the month, for a memorable Thanksgiving day. A wanks-given day, if you will.

Wait, there’s a gayer gender now?

This will make a great ‘before’ photo.

I accept that you could book the MRI without a referral, but you shouldn’t. There are very many diagnostic routines and protocols for MRI that depend on the medical condition(s) that are being investigated. The operator will want to know which ones are pertinent.

Yes a victory, but may be pyrrhic, there’s little in this that limits US tech companies continuing to access data for transformative products. It will stop Australian businesses from following suit, but not sure if there were (m)any in that queue.

A jogger takes time out to take a photograph, seemingly unaware of a flowering shrub that towers menacingly over his shoulder.

Back running amok at my regular haunt.

Got back on an athletics track early this morning after a long absence, to knock out some 400m intervals at a threshold run pace, you have to re-start somewhere.

A pastel daybreak hovers over suburbia like a past indiscretion

Exhibit A

Positioning the entry round the back may be unconventional but tracks with the overall theme.

Out the door before sunrise for a group ride, to see a crescent moon straight out of fairy tale set design, perched in a sky as clear as a bell, if you are in my part of the planet it is going to be a cracker.

The anticipation of a crest on the path, wondering what waits on the downhill.

Spring flowers gone wild.

Green and gold bursts on the lake shore.

Disconnecting from all the things with some more time on the trail this afternoon.

Spring days means more sunlit hours and more late afternoon miles on the trails. 5 more miles done today.

Wonderful.

Late afternoon run on a windy spring day, it was a 10.55km distance, or the Quarter Marathon as I like to call it.

I have only run close to that distance once, having a buddy with me is what allowed me to stay the course. I think next (?) time I would have more confidence and experience to draw on, e.g., to start slow and respect the target pace, not to quicken because I’m feeling better in the moment.

The lake lays languid in early spring, its still waters running deep. Nice to look at while you run, though.

Middle aged jogger poses wearing his home stitched bandana and mirror sunglasses, the very epitome of trouble.

We all cast a shadow. Make it extra dark.

Come to the running trail near the lake in the bushland reserve with your best bandana slurs in the next ten minutes if you want an ass whooping.

Don’t think we have that here. Is it something good? Like a delicious sandwich, or some organic milk and cookies I bet.