where's wullie now?

Hey boys and girls,

seems like a month since I last wrote this blog. I've been busy going through life's ups and downs.
life goes on - I'm in 3 bands atm - good for reading skills. tues wed thurs nights - might be enough for a while.
I've taken to writing fiction, and can happily spend several hours at a time on it - largely biographical about exciting stuff. no prizes for guessing it's about boy meets girl, and being a boy, it's erotic! Easy to write about until I find something more deep and meaningful. I might post something later.
I like the analogy of the guided missile - the one that self-directs to a target. it continuously corrects its course to zero in and ultimately achieves a big bang.
my targets? realisation of dreams, short, medium and long term. my dreams? fun fitness friendship finesse fame fortune family...
skip the next bit if you like (in blue), it's just me reviewing what's important to me - a kind of inspirational self talk. I like the story at the bottom of the page.
fun - words at play, fitness - endurance events, friendship - sharing inspirational moments and lifetimes, finesse - grace, fame - big time approval and affirmation, fortune - fortunate indeed, family - without which we would not be here.
fun - desire, passion, exhileration, dream catching, sharing music, writing, swimming, running, speaking.
fitness - for life, a long and healthy one please (who am I asking? God? I'm in charge of my fitness, as far as I can work out. I believe we are 'hard-wired' for a belief in a greater consciousness.) ha ha my rational for fitness - average heart has 3 billion beats in it, fitness reduces heartrate and increases lifespan - easy japaneezee!
friendship ??? might save that for later. I need to think about this. I live for my friends.
finesse - woo hoo, one of my favourites! I'm a ballarina dreamer, a gymnastic fantastic, a swimming superstar! a long legged loper !?
fame - the stage - the world is a stage upon which we play a part. we view and are viewed. my role is the expression of passion and the channelling of the creative director. I am a mouthpiece, a streamer of images, a visionary dreamer.
I am fortunate indeed to be here. I am a lucky guy! I have worked hard, paid my dues, and am reaping the rewards.
My family - who am I really? a mixture of traits, common behaviours, and history? or am I a reaction to them? am I living the dreams that my parents had for me?

Dear friends, we all have a cross to bear, a question to ask and answer, a stimulus to struggle with, a dream to wish for and realize. I will be thinking about this as I run today.

Otherwise, I'm happy to have become an honorary woman! having travelled the pioneer woman's trail, over the hills and far way, 26 kms to market along a track 170 years old, wide enough for carting 150 kgs of farm produce - 1.8 metres at max. 150 26km runners, many others, maybe 400 participants in all. Funny story coming up here! We had to divert along a walking track, towards the end - a lovely clay built up path about a metre wide, slightly descending. so yours truly is in finishing mode - running as fast as possible - we wouldn't want to finish the race with anything left in the tank! I'm thinking I would like to catch up to the women in front of me - a few hundred metres away. I kicked a rock poking out of the track, and next thing I'm flying through the air! Thanks God!! I love flying! I soared in a twisting arc and bounced off the back of my right shoulder, rebounding to land on the back of my left shoulder, and finally coming to a halt with a thud and slide along the left temple! lol! but I wasn't thinking that at the time! Lucky my shoulders are well padded and strong! more than enough to absorb the impact. Of course we get up asap and continue on. I've got blood coming out of my temple! fortunately not much! I'm thinking, realistically, the legs are tired, safety becomes paramount, and then I kick another rock!! I manage to recover over several paces, vocalising my exasperation. Not happy Jan! On we go and I kick another f'ing rock! This time I'm really mad and roar in anger as I recover my balance, loud and long. it's the most primal noise I've ever made - fear frustration and anger echoing through the valley. lucky I was by myself at the time or I would have been really embarrassed!
So I ended up with a trophy for my race - blood, sweat, and no tears!
Moral to the story? keep at least one eye on the track, not the pioneer women!
It was a brilliant day with brilliant people, chasing dreams and goals over the hills and far away, in my version of wonderland!

Time for a run!  one and a half hours, in preparation for the 'Sea to Summit' 32kms.

cheers dears!