Haven’t done an actual race for a while for reasons I could probably explain, but not without feeling a disturbance in the force, so let’s just say I’m a bit ‘disenchanted’ with events in general at the moment, and leave it as a story for another day. Or never.
When 80s artists like Go West and Nik Kershaw comes to town now, you can be fairly certain I’ll be busting out something non-age appropriate, limbering up for some embarrassing dance moves, (no need to call an ambulance, I’m fine, that’s just how I dance), and off I go.
Last year I flagged the Great Southern Bolt as a goal race, trained real hard, and for all my carrying on had a pretty good run. This year I didn’t, I didn’t, and I didn’t. What a fucking shit show.
Rightio, so every year I go along to the Australian Geographic Nature Photographer of the Year finalist exhibition at the SA Museum and think “fuck, how cool would it be to get a finalist?” And most years I enter a few pics with hopeless optimism and get the ‘tough titties your photos are shitty’ email reply. And that’s OK. These competitions suck anyway. You know, unless you actually get a finalist. Then they suck a lot less.
I’ve run this event quite a few times so I know there’s a pretty decent hill at about he 5km mark and am prepared. To walk. Which I do. And to be perfectly honest, the race goes pretty smoothly for quite a few of the next kms until I start hallucinating that I can hear bagpipes.
I’ve run this event quite a few times so I know there’s a pretty decent hill at about he 5km mark and am prepared. To walk. Which I do. And to be perfectly honest, the race goes pretty smoothly for quite a few of the next kms until I start hallucinating that I can hear bagpipes.
A rainbow appears and I’m like “oh wow, a rainbow” but you know what’s at the end of the rainbow? A fucking hill. The first of many in fact. No pot of gold. Just a fucking hill.
I know people have been posting about all sorts of things for New Years, from matchy matchy outfits to the parties they went to, the nice places they were, wrap ups of the year, sometimes their most popular social posts, and quite often some sort of outlook for the year ahead. Also, for obvious reasons, there's been more than a few 'thank fuck that's over' sentiments because let's be honest, the last few years have been a lot. In so many ways. For so many people.
After the shit show that was the club’s 2,500 word email reaction to my review of last year’s awards, I’ve decided to mix it up a bit this year and do the review a bit differently. Including releasing it before the actual awards.
After two years of Covid shitfuckery the mighty City to Bay is back and sign me up baby! This is South Australia’s biggest run in terms of how many people do it, and I’ve done it I’m not sure how many times but let’s say quite a few.
