But first, a musical diversion
Musical Crystal Glasses Like Never Before
Thursday's 800m Pennington times
2 Ken White M50 2:20
3 Kevin Chamberlain M60 2:30
4 Geoff Sims M55 2:31
5 Rod Lynch M45 2:26
14 Katie Forestier W40 2:48
15 Roger Pilkington M45 2:47
17 Neil Boden M55 2:57
Feel free to subtract a second or two from the official time to get a more realistic estimate of what you ran. As MD I found it was so chaotic at times I didn't really have a chance to get involved in what was happening in the races. But highlights I did get to see were Ken’s bold attempt to win the 800m! And Emma's pb of 11:45 in the 3000m.
Stromlo Forest Park
I have been enjoying training at Stromlo for the last couple of months. Today's session which included 17 (yes, seventeen) 200m runs with 100m recovery, had Ken, Rachelle, Helen, Bronwyn, Katie, Jeni, Amanda and myself participating - I won't say completing the session, as Jeni had to do some physio on Helen at one stage.
I think we will be able to meet there in winter this year in the evenings as there should be enough light to see around the whole circuit, or if it gets really dark, at least down the 200m "main straight". The options are to replace the Parliament House training session on Mondays, which won't be popular with about ten of the regulars there and might mean a reduction in numbers; or to replace Thursday's Dickson training, which might mean we lose some of the speedsters who sometimes train with us; or to add another training day, but which day? Saturdays will generally be the Cross Country Club race day, which we can use as speed work. Tuesdays maybe? I would make sure Monday and Tuesday sessions were complementary.
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Carpe Diem (Seize The Day)
Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.
Leuconoe, don't ask — it's dangerous to know — what end the gods will give me or you. Don't play with Babylonian fortune-telling either. Better just deal with whatever comes your way. Whether you'll see several more winters or whether the last one Jupiter gives you is the one even now pelting the rocks on the shore with the waves of the Tyrrhenian sea — be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes to a short period. Even as we speak, envious time is running away from us. Seize the day, trusting little in the future.
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