Success Isn’t Permanent (And Failure Isn’t fatal)

Not a bad thought to keep in mind, and it is one of the things I like to remind myself of each day as I chase my dreams…

 

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The Shed (The Sweat Room)

The Shed - The font of all worldy knowledge
The Shed – The Sweat Room

The training shed up in the backyard was in full action this morning with a 10,000-metre row to the sounds of Deep Purple at silly o’clock…

 As much as I enjoy strength and weight training, I can’t expect to be a 100-kilogram gorilla and climb mountains, but the weight training has kept me going over these past few months…

Baz - A daily dose of weight bearing exercise
Baz – A daily dose of weight bearing exercise

 Hey, keep your fingers crossed that my Achilles tendon that I had surgically repaired earlier this year holds up!

And it seems to be as I start ramping up the cardio exercise and I must say it makes a pleasant change to the weight training.

As part of training for the mountains I am working towards a 100 kilometre-running race (I use the term running sparingly) through the mountains that I regularly hike and that takes place in September 2014.

Baz - heading up "The Hill"
Baz – heading up “The Hill”

And I’ll need every bit of that time to prepare, and the last mountain running I did was in one of the world’s toughest endurance races, the Speight’s Coast to Coast Adventure Race in New Zealand in 2012.

And yes, that Kiwi brother-in-law of mine is hot on my heels pushing me, again!

Tongio "the Kiwi" and baz
Tongio “the Kiwi” and Baz

I’m also planning to cycle the iconic Birdsville Track in outback Australia in April 2014.  It is roughly 500 kilometres in length and the aim is to ride as much as I can on my Canondale 29-er Mountain Bike.

Dream big I say, and of course, live to the motto that  “those that don’t think it can be done shouldn’t bother the person doing it.”

Grey's Peak New Zealand
Baz on top of Grey’s Peak, New Zealand

 Cheers, Baz – The Landy

Nobby’s Beach (Newcastle, East Coast Australia)

beach pavilion
Nobby’s Beach, Newcastle, Australia

How good is this, a bike ride to the beach and some lap swimming in the ocean pool just as the sun pierced the eastern horizon…

And boy, do I need to get some exercise and fitness back into me, after all there are mountains to climb, eventually!

But for now, two weeks of cycling, swimming and kayaking, strewth, it’s a tough life, but us Aussies’ are used to this tough life 😉

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Strewth – Talk about an Aussie Icon (The shed, not me!)

The Shed - Font of all knowledge (and my daily training ground)
The Shed – Font of all knowledge (and my daily training ground)

You’ve got to love the Aussie Shed, wouldn’t be caught dead without mine…

It is full of exercise equipment; no Janet, I said exercise equipment, they aren’t medieval implements designed to inflict pain, although, come to think of it…

Baz - A daily dose of weight bearing exercise
Baz – A daily dose of weight bearing exercise

Anyway, I’m pleased to say I’m back into full swing up in The Shed, making that 4.30am journey up the garden path, passing the dogs, MilO and Jack, who wave me through with complete indifference.

MilO - The Wonder Dog
MilO – The Wonder Dog

And yes, I hard you whispering, “crikey he needs it!”

I must confess to being an early morning person, I guess you’d have to be to manage a 4.30am start each day, but it does have its advantages.

Baz - Concept C2 Rower
Baz – Concept C2 Rower

In between the clanging of weight plates being moved, interval sets on the rower or spin bike, I can stand outside in the pre-dawn silence and marvel at the stars in the sky…

Our wondrous universe…

How bloody good is that, hey!

Yep, I’m a daydreamer, that’s for sure…and by the look of it, TomO has caught the day-dreaming bug!

TomO - A day-dreamer
TomO – A day-dreamer

Hey, it’s good to be back at it!

And remember, if all else fails, just remain out of control and see what develops… 😉

Photos: Janet-Planet…

My Chiropractor (Cracks me up)

Recovery

I’m sure we’ve all had one of those nights where you toss and turn, unable to sleep, your mind solving the problems of the world.

And with plenty of time to spare reviewing that bucket list that has been gathering dust…

I had one last night…

I tossed and turned in the early hours this morning, hindered by a plaster cast on my left leg, some minor discomfort in my right foot, and an aching neck, possibly brought about by not sleeping in the usual position I might normally.

I’m not one to create bucket lists to be honest, but my mind’s eye did turn to the climbing I have planned over the next few years, I could see those tall peaks in Nepal and Tibet with me making my way to the summits.

A boy who dreamed of big mountains
A boy who dreamed of big mountains

I think it even brought a smile to my face…

And of course my attention focused back to the here and now, the recovery I need to make from the recent surgery, the exercise program I need to undertake, which will include trail running and hill running; high intensity training on the rowing machine and out on the water on one of my racing kayaks, and I’m even contemplating Muay Thai boxing for specific conditioning.

Baz - Terrigal Beach, Australia
Baz – Terrigal Beach, Australia

Not to forget the technical mountaineering skills, getting back out into the Blue Mountains to hone those skills with the team from the Australian School of Mountaineering, especially self-rescue skills.

Baz - Climbing "Sweet Dream" Blue Mountains, Australia
Baz – Climbing “Sweet Dream” Blue Mountains, Australia

After all it is great until it goes all wrong, so best I have the skills to deal with that!

Even practicing something seemingly easy, but in reality is quite difficult, handling ropes and tying knots with large snow gloves on.

And for someone with a handful of thumbs, and even has trouble tying shoe-laces this is something I need to work on…

Baz -  Boar's Head, Blue Mountains, Australia
Baz – Boar’s Head, Blue Mountains, Australia (Um,not the time for too many thumbs?)

I’m sure I must have breezed in and of sleep, but as the first rays of light were piercing the eastern skyline that “crink” in my neck ruled out any more sleep for me. Mind you, normally I would be heading for The Shed at this time of the day to exercise…

The Shed
The Shed (The Font of all knowledge)

I lay there, this time no thought of a bucket list, or climbing, or exercising, just my mind’s eye counting down the minutes to my chiropractic appointment with Greg, the owner of Sydney Spine and Sports Clinic in downtown Sydney.

I have had my body adjusted by the team at the clinic at least once every fortnight for years, and needless to say I am a great fan of this centuries old treatment…

And we usually get a couple of laughs in between the contorted positions I’m placed in.

All I can say is, I hope he cracks me up today!

You’re kidding me right? (TomO’s Crazy)

TomO - The Haven, Terrigal
TomO – The Haven, Terrigal

Whenever we go to Terrigal for a paddle on the surf ski or paddle board, TomO manages to make his way over to “The Skillion” with skateboard in hand, well, a Penny that is, best I get it right…

I’m not sure where he gets it from, but you sure wouldn’t catch me careering down that slope on four small wheels with a small platform…

Nah, I’ll stick to the surf ski, ocean and the waves, you’d be nuts to do what he’s doing.

"Dream Catcher" - seems appropriate for me
“Dream Catcher” – seems appropriate for me

Mind you, if you’re game, grab your helmet and take the walk up “The Skillion” with TomO…

A Race that Stops a Nation (The Melbourne Cup)

The Melbourne Cup

Today we have running of the Melbourne Cup, a race that literally stops a Nation. Run since 1861, it takes place on the first Tuesday in November.

Twenty-four horses will be lining up to race the 3,200 metres at 3:00pm this afternoon in Australia and you will be flat out to find anyone that isn’t tuned in to the running of the “Cup” – the Nation will pause for those breathtaking few minutes, to cheer their horse down to the finish line.

The Fashion

And it isn’t all about the horses, there will be the fashion as well…

And just about anyone you speak to today will have a “tip” for the Melbourne Cup, so here’s mine, Maluckday, by half-a-head. Why, ’cause I reckon it is Ma-lucky-day, that’s how scientific a selection can be!

Good luck to all the punters!