Source: walkingtheroomSo, Wil Anderson and the gents from the Little Dum Dum Club podcast have been kind enough to help me out when I’m in Australia.
So far, I’ve lined up the following shows…
Monday April 2nd.
Spleen - 41 Bourke Street - 8:30 pm
The Shelf - The Toff in Town - Doors at 7:30, show until 11pm.
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Source: daveholmesEarlier this month, I had the great honor of being a guest on a live version of Greg Behrendt and Dave Anthony’s podcast Walking The Room at San Francisco Sketchfest.
And I took the opportunity to tell the most vulgar story I have ever told. It went against every standard of good taste to which I have ever held myself, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel great.
If you have $2 and you want to hear me debase myself in front of an eager audience, click here, download, and forgive me.
I just passed a billboard ad for some variety of SUV with the slogan “wanna live?” I can’t help interpreting this as some sort of veiled threat. The clear implication is: don’t buy the car and you’re not long for this world.
At last, I managed a proper long run yesterday. It was slightly over 34km, our and back on a pretty flat Dandenong Creek Trail: http://www.mapmyrun.com/routes/fullscreen/37323684/
I was pretty happy with that, despite running at what seems to be my default pace - 5 minute kms.
The afternoon was spent chasing kids around Scienceworks, which was probably more tiring than the run itself.
That’s what the Melbourne Marathon needs, a whopping great bus following the leaders covered in signs for Big M.
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It’s true there are few things more enjoyable than lying in a nice warm bed listening to the rain fall on the roof. At 4am this morning, that experience, though enjoyable, was sullied somewhat by the thought I would have to be out in the rain in an hour, trooping up and down hills for 18km.
Thankfully the rain eased off by 5am, and I was off. At that stage, I was feeling as good as can be expected. I had my arm-warmers on, and everything was fine…
… for about 20 minutes, at which point the rain started again. At that point there was no point turning back. I was wet, and there was nothing I could do about it. So I soldiered on, and the rain eventually stopped.
I didn’t have much time to dry off, though, as about 2kms later I stepped into a puddle and had one soggy foot. 20 minutes after that and I managed to step into another puddle, this time with the other foot.
I’m glad it’s over. I just hope I don’t get sick.
I should add, he’s not a fancy sort of barber. He works in a shop in a shopping centre, the kind where you wait in line and they charge you $20.
A very ordinary run yesterday was followed today by a godawful hobble today.
Yesterday was the long run for the week. It started out okay, but degenerated due to boredom, stiffness, a pesky little rock in my left shoe and host of other excuses into a considerably ordinary 31 point something km’s at barely under 5 minute/km pace.
Not only was the run disappointing, but it somehow left me feeling exhausted for the rest of the day. We went out to dinner and I was accused of not saying a word for the whole evening, an accusation I deny: I said hello at the beginning and goodbye at the end. It’s true, I had no energy for anything else and may have briefly fallen asleep during the main course, but that’s not the point.
Today I woke up early for the recovery 8km, but decided it was too early, and far too cold. So, the recovery was at lunch-time, and it was less a run than a hobble.
I’m trying to avoid looking at the calendar, mainly because I know there’s another 3 months of this stuff before the race.
Sigh…
