Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis

"Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go. "Henry Austin Dobson

For those who complain it's been two weeks since a blog update, I simply point to the words of this 19th century English poet.

Running continues pretty much to plan, although it has been hard to predict the ongoing cold mornings, so much mid-week training is still done at lunch time.














On weekends, all runs go past - or across - this pedestrian bridge at Quakers Hill. It's really quite a special motorway. For a start, it's fast with no traffic delays, unlike the M2 amd M4 carparks, since its approach roads are well-planned, it has electronic tolling (so no booths) and a uniform 100km/hour speed limit. It's pretty good value in comparison to others, and of course it has the off-road bike path, sealed unlike most concrete ones. I think it's great, although cyclists tend to still believe runners have eyes in the back of their heads.

Weekend runs vary between 14k and 18k, with a lift from the patient Mrs BB waiting for me at the end. Mid week tends to be a jaunt from Rooty Hill either way along the M7. I've never been further than the Lighthorse Interchange - must try going further south.
As at 23/07/06, 248k run so far this month, so on track for a July PB distance, with the chance for a record month overall (chasing 310k set last month).
Sadly missed the West Met 11 Emu Plains race yesterday, as Work had a "thank you" movie session of "Cars" for our families. A 14k run earlier in the day, then off with Mrs BB and YD to enjoy the movie, popcorn, ice cream and water (no Coke - a timid nod to health). Fortunately we had a light dinner with only a few glasses of a refreshing grenache rose, so today's M7 run (to Kingslangley shops) was no real challenge gastronomically.

Back on track next Saturday with West Met 12 Greystanes - a pleasant fairly flat course, so my son should beat me by around 90 seconds over the 2k.

Currently reading Simon Levack's "City Of Spies", novel 3 in the Aztec mystery series (set just before the conquistadors arrived). A good read, with a hint of Marlowe - just a hint.

Time has flown by however, with the viewing of both Countdown and Sherbet DVDs, clearly demonstrating that the pleasure is in the anticipation not the consumption. Some great clips from Countdown, but also some shockers. I won't offend unlikely fans by naming names, but can assure Skyhooks fans their clip was superb - and with live vocals from Shirl. I've always favoured the Hooks over Sherbet, believing Greg Macainsh delivered some solid socially-insightful lyrics.
On the other hand, Mrs BB is a certified Sherbet lunatic, zealously defending their honour against all who would impune it. From her early days of attending the 1975 Under The Bridge concert, she has passionately supported their claim for Greatest Oz Band Of All Time. Can't say I find much evidence to support this claim, although Best Comedy Clip goes to Sherbet with Tony Mitchell as the star, wining and dining an impressionable young lady. His friends down Paddo way probably also find it amusing.

"Exit, stage left"