I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.

So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

"City to Surf" via a great big hill


Two weeks on an American diet and driving around in Tony wasn’t exactly ideal training for the City to Surf 14km run. But this was an opportunity to participate in the World’s largest running event so we thought we’d give it a go.

Both Martin and I had naively assumed that "City to Surf" would be a picturesque, gentle flat run, along the coast.  How wrong we were.

The evening before the event, we came across the course profile:

The very steep (and long) incline in the middle of the graph is called Heart Break Hill.  It has this name for a reason.

We set off apprehensively with 80,000 other people wondering what on earth we had let ourselves in for. Despite a freeeezing cold, early start (it is winter afterall) and feeling horrendous as we battled to climb every mountain, it was actually a really enjoyable experience.  There wasn’t many people in fancy dress but there were a lot of men in Speedos.  Must be an Aussie thing.

The relieved running team at the finish line on Bondi Beach

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