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Thursday Aug 6, 2009 #
Run 2:01:00 [3] 25.4 km (4:46 / km)
A long run from Laurieton. This is the one point on this coast where I've spent any meaningful time in the last 19 years; after the 2004 5-days at Armidale Cassie, Jim and I came down here for New Year's Eve at the holiday house of our old next-door neighbours from Canberra. It was one of the best such gatherings I've been to (not least because most people present stayed sober enough for long enough to be able to engage in interesting and intelligent conversation), although our hosts evidently found the evening (or one close by) especially enjoyable as their first child was born in the last week of the following September.
I didn't run from here in 2004/05 (instead saving my training for discovery of the fact that Stockton is no longer runnable), so was exploring new ground - largely an out-and-back south along the coast into Crowdy Bay National Park, mostly on gravel roads except for some walking tracks in the Diamond Head area at the far end. Got as far as Kylie's Hut, named for the mid-20th century author Kylie Tennant who used it in pre-national park days as an ideal lifestyle property for the recluse. Whether she was the inspiration for all the late 60s/early 70s Kylies (whose ranks I would have been part of had I come out with different appendages) is unknown.
The warm-up was again slow but settled into a very nice rhythm by 20 minutes in, on an ideal morning (sunny, still, around 6 degrees). Flowed very well for most of the next hour. A bit of a grind after that and slightly concerned that my Achilles soreness re-emerged a bit after 90 minutes (normally it disappears within 10 minutes and stays disappeared), but my pace stayed up. A pretty pleasing session.
Unsurprisingly Laurieton was a lot more lively at 10am than it had been at 7pm (especially as I think it was pension day).
I farewelled the Pacific Highway today; I won't miss it. The last couple of days have reinforced a view I've had for a while that this is the Australian corridor with the most potential for a greatly upgraded rail service, because there are a lot of substantial intermediate destinations as well as the Sydney-Brisbane traffic. Not holding my breath waiting for action on this, though.
Now in the vicinity of Maitland (which can therefore be deleted from the list of large Australian towns I've never been to) at the Blatchford residence. En route I saw quite a lot of signs announcing road projects funded under the federal roads of national importance program. This normally translates approximately as "You are now entering a marginal seat: please vote carefully", and the coincidence of the location of the signs with the boundaries to be found at http://www.aec.gov.au/pdf/profiles/p/paterson.pdf have done absolutely nothing to disabuse me of this notion.
In the news was a British study which apparently found (on what basis I'm not sure) that Australians were among the world's worst husbands and Norwegians the best. Must pass this onto Cassie.
I didn't run from here in 2004/05 (instead saving my training for discovery of the fact that Stockton is no longer runnable), so was exploring new ground - largely an out-and-back south along the coast into Crowdy Bay National Park, mostly on gravel roads except for some walking tracks in the Diamond Head area at the far end. Got as far as Kylie's Hut, named for the mid-20th century author Kylie Tennant who used it in pre-national park days as an ideal lifestyle property for the recluse. Whether she was the inspiration for all the late 60s/early 70s Kylies (whose ranks I would have been part of had I come out with different appendages) is unknown.
The warm-up was again slow but settled into a very nice rhythm by 20 minutes in, on an ideal morning (sunny, still, around 6 degrees). Flowed very well for most of the next hour. A bit of a grind after that and slightly concerned that my Achilles soreness re-emerged a bit after 90 minutes (normally it disappears within 10 minutes and stays disappeared), but my pace stayed up. A pretty pleasing session.
Unsurprisingly Laurieton was a lot more lively at 10am than it had been at 7pm (especially as I think it was pension day).
I farewelled the Pacific Highway today; I won't miss it. The last couple of days have reinforced a view I've had for a while that this is the Australian corridor with the most potential for a greatly upgraded rail service, because there are a lot of substantial intermediate destinations as well as the Sydney-Brisbane traffic. Not holding my breath waiting for action on this, though.
Now in the vicinity of Maitland (which can therefore be deleted from the list of large Australian towns I've never been to) at the Blatchford residence. En route I saw quite a lot of signs announcing road projects funded under the federal roads of national importance program. This normally translates approximately as "You are now entering a marginal seat: please vote carefully", and the coincidence of the location of the signs with the boundaries to be found at http://www.aec.gov.au/pdf/profiles/p/paterson.pdf have done absolutely nothing to disabuse me of this notion.
In the news was a British study which apparently found (on what basis I'm not sure) that Australians were among the world's worst husbands and Norwegians the best. Must pass this onto Cassie.