Yesterday I met a man who ruled the world in his sleep. A light southerly, a golden half hour before the crowds. 2 foot at the north end. Chop. CTB looks pretty tame today.
Pennies rising with the sun. The biggest bunch of 6am I’ve seen. Nestled into the pack is a man without a mission, a man without ambition, a man without a vision. But a mighty fine baker and a mighty fine man. He teaches me the ways of passage rock. Simply tuck the under carriage in and pray.
Faahany gave me the secret of going fast yesterday. A simple catch technique involving inserting the pinky first. Yesterday I cracked a PB. Or a PR on Strava. I tossed and turned all night dreaming of staying in touch with the front of the Drinks Express bus.
Madam Guillotine rounds up the 609 crowd. Time is ticking boys. On a mission. I chat to Trooper about his childhood in Adelaide. I leave the conversation quite disturbed….
Caroline and Rusty’s Pitch Report
Gentlemen start your engines. Faahany deserts me as I line up behind Madame Guillotine, Frangi on one side, and stretch my pinky with the new catch technique at the ready. I last 70 metres before eating wash. Technique plus fitness required to keep up with the champs. Back to the drawing board. The temp is feeling very summery. Caroline and Snoopy are firmly in the middle of the bus now. Bulldozers are taking over the land. Another new town on top of the real town. The FFF saw another record turn out. Trooper and Blocky’s recruitment drive has been exemplary. More girls than guys so I suspicious of their sales spiel, but admirable all the same. Not sure how we got to the front of the coffee queue (I think it was the pinky!).
The black man and the white man are scratching their sunburnt face. Digging themselves a hole in the ground to find a better place.
Sarah and Jon are off for a while to Hong Kong. I have been briefed to maintain the optimism and smiles. Safe travels.
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team. Don't let your true love run cold!
Rusty the Fish & Carolinebythebeach
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