Showing posts from November, 2013


We went to Shepparton, a small town about 2 hours North of Melbourne, last weekend for a half ironman triathlon.  Phil did this race last year, and as easy as it is to get to decided to give it another go. Having been to Shepparton once we knew that there wasn't a whole lot to do, so we drove over on Saturday morning.  After checking in, racking his bike, eating lunch, and setting up the tent, we looked at each other with the 'now what' look.  So I gave trip advisor a browse to see what the local attractions were.  A place called Lower Goulburn River National Park caught my eye and we drove to check it out.  Turns out it's a big muddy river surrounded by gum trees.  Not quite the spectacular national park we were hoping for.  But we did find an interesting swamp along the way - 

We also drove through Mooroopna, which is apparently the Fruit Salad City.  There was seriously a sign that said this.  There's even a Fruit Salad Day held every February that you can bet we…


The madness of triathlons from another perspective - 

*from Samantha McGlone,

Q: My girlfriend is doing her first Ironman in a few weeks and I want to support her at the race. What can I do to be helpful? I’m assuming that most people reading this article are likely triathletes themselves so this is one you might want to pass along to your friends and family (to be known henceforth as “the support staff” and/or “race Sherpa”). As a first-time race Sherpa, you can play a key role in helping your athlete have the best experience possible at her race. An Ironman is a monumental goal, and when the day comes it can be a bit overwhelming attending to all the travel, equipment and logistics surrounding the event. Your job as support staff is exactly that: to support. Let her take the lead, but be available to lend a hand whenever necessary. Athletes get tense around race day; all the nervous energy and exciteme…

Brumby Run 2013

Last Sunday our good friends hosted the third annual Brumby Run.  Unlike most running events, it's free, everyone wins, and we all get to eat brunch together after.  They invite the people in our running group and it's basically a run in the hills around their house  with several distance options - 5k, 8k, 10k, or half marathon.  Since I am still not running I walked the 5k track and Phil ran the half marathon track.  It was a good morning for a run, cool but sunny and in a beautiful and quiet area of Pakenhem.

It's called the Brumby Run in honour of Trooper, Mae Lee's Brumby horse.  She rescued him a couple years ago and he is like her child.  She is a big animal rights supporter and just recently published a great book about Brumbies.  Brumbies are a wild horse similar to the Mustang.

After everyone finished the run we gathered for a brunch buffet.  The running group is a motley crew of people from all different backgrounds and everyone always encourages each other wit…

No Regrets

I went to a friend's father's funeral today.  He was 66 and passed away very unexpectedly here in Australia while the friend is living in the states.  A year younger than my parents and the same 15 hour flight apart.  It's got to be tough going through something like that so far away.

The impression I got from the funeral was that he lived every day to its fullest and made the most of life.  He had said on several occasions that if he died that day he would die a happy man.  I have never had the pleasure of meeting him but that certainly hit home with me.  That is exactly how I try to live life, making sure that I have no regrets because you really never know what's coming next.

And so I think it's time that I say thank you to my parents while I have the chance.  Thank you for giving me life, for changing my diapers, teaching me to eat my peas, squash, and chicken even though they eat worms, for showing me how to ride a bike, change a tire, drive a stick shift in LA …