These photos were taken nearly 50 years apart. On the left, a recent trip home to New Zealand dressed in dashing salmon pink. On the right, back in 1970 when I lived in Fiji. At 2, I didn't have a care in the world. These days I subconsciously choose to live in a state of freneticism. I know it’s not good for me but for the moment I can’t see any other way. Whoever coined the ‘work life balance’ concept didn't bloody live in Japan and that's for sure.
When I run, everything is way less complicated. Time slows and life again seems orderly and as Spock would say, logical. For me, it’s that simple. Running is the greatest medicine/placebo known to us humans.
I reckon I’ve managed summer really well. There’ve been no heat exhaustion incidents and no significant injuries. PBs are again likely this coming season. There I’ve said it … an absolute certainty no less. My coach reckons I have two very soft personal bests. My half at 1.29.14 and my full at 3.16.14. Fair suck of the sav I thought at the time but on reflection he’s probably right.
Legends of the 2017 UTMB. Having run a couple of ultra-marathons in the past I can only imagine what it must be like to run the times these guys did over one of the most challenging courses in the world. A 166km route through France, Italy and Switzerland with a total elevation gain of around 9,600m. They are superhuman for sure. I’d love to run the Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc. Just getting there would be an achievement. However, as Spock would say “you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting. This is not logical but it is often true”.