26 miles: 26 memories
I can’t tell you how much I miss you. But you know.
1. Any chance of a cup of tea for your old dad?
And then you’d drink it in two seconds flat, tell us it was a flying visit because you were off somewhere to do your Man from Del Monte bit, and disappear. I’m going to disappear, you used to say.
Then one day you did. You just disappeared. That wasn’t very fair, was it? I’m still angry about that, sometimes. You’re my dad, you can’t just bugger off without asking.
thursday ramblings
I’m taking part in the Ultimate Blog Party! This is my welcome post – come in and say hello. It’ll be lovely to meet you.
As an introduction, here are some little-known facts about me:
1: As a child I lived in St Kilda in Melbourne, Australia (with Mrs Hall)*. I loved it. We went to the beach after school, we had pie for lunch, we had suntans, wore sandals and had skinned knees.
St Kilda Beach, Melbourne, Australia
2: One of my ambitions (besides running the London Marathon) is to compete in the Tevis Cup, an endurance ride which covers 100 miles across the Sierra Nevada in one day. The motto of endurance riders worldwide is To Finish is to Win. I like that.
©The New Albion Stud, CA, USA.
birth of a marathon runner
I know I say that I decided to run the marathon last April but the catalyst came a long time before that.
