RUN PNUT (1 month) #179 (214 Things)

When I started this goal of running everyday in December I thought I would have had all these revelations and could have written something bold and profound at the end of it. As it turns out only one thing really resonated with me time after time on the road.

Go do.

Do something you love or are passionate about and find the time to do it everyday even if it’s only for 5 minutes. It’s really that important. Every single day we do so many things that compromise our integrity, beliefs and our wants and desires for responsibilities.

That why running is such a great metaphor for life, tackle it step by step. Start by starting. One step in front of the other.

You get 1 innings, play some shots.

I hope you ton up.

Big love,

Nath.

Run Diary December 2016 (unedited)

1/12/2016: (11pm) Don’t ever do legs the day before starting something like this… Pain town, I’m an idiot. 11pm Run… DOMS, feels good to get started. Ambitious goal, but I know if I do the work I can achieve this. Slower run than normal (5:27), on a positive note, there’s plenty of time and opportunity to improve!

2/12/2016: (6:30pm) Legs are still sore and was 37 degrees today. Ran faster than yesterday despite my legs feeling horrible still. Kept telling myself that after tomorrows run I will be 10% of the way through, you can do this PNUT.

3/12/2016: (7:30pm) 3 days in a row! 10% of the way there. Ran the reverse way today, they don’t call it summer “Hill” for no reason as it was significantly more difficult. FitBit stopped for half a KM (my fault stopping for stopping it for traffic). Legs still sore from Tuesdays Gym leg session… Toughen up princess.

4/12/2016: (6:00pm) Slightly sunburnt… Definitely Bron’s fault.  December muggy weather, sweating up a storm while pounding the pavement. Weekend running is easier to mentally prepare yourself for, you don’t have to work 8+ hours so it’s easier to find 25-30 minutes to run Forrest!

5/12/2016: (10:00pm) Take a fucking geeez of course I’m good, I’m FLYING!!! Running with fresh legs J Running at night is so much easier. Its cooler, slight breeze and less traffic and annoying people walking while looking at their iPhones. The problem though is getting of the couch after eating dinner and watching gladiator. 5 down, pew pew what % in 5 into 31???

6/12/2016: (9pm) Anxious… Go for a fucking run Bitch. That better not be plantar.

7/12/2016: (6:00pm) First night I had to fight mentally to hit the pave. Smoked it like a phat doob (5:06).  I earned that pizza right?

8/12/2016: (10:00pm) Over 25% of the way there wrong goals? Be better man first 1 goal at a time? Plan b takes away from plan a?

9/12/2016:  (11:15pm) Almost Pyked… The brain is a powerful thing, can make you believe something that isn’t real. Sometimes you just have to get it done. I want this.

10/12/2016: (11:20pm) I run past the Summer Hill hotel every night (like tonight) and the waft of cigarette smoke and stale beer engulfs my lungs. I don’t for 1 second regret giving those things up 3 years ago. I would rather be running by myself at 11pm alone on a Saturday night than being the person I was while in establishments like that. 50km’s down PEW PEW.

11/12/2016: Running has become something that I just do every day now.

12/12/2016 (10:00pm) Ran like ass today. Emotional drained from the intensityof the interview for a change I so desperately want before 2017. Was so preparedand qualified for the job that I wasn’t as nervous as I normally am. Be preparedand do your best, that’s all you can do. It brings a sense of peace, the rest is out my hands.

13/12/2016 (9:00pm) 37 degree day was 29 when running, so gross ran faster than a cool yesterday… I earnt my ticket out of Riverwood, I was literally shaking when I heard the word congratulations. I was thinking the whole day, is there a more devastating word in the English language than “Unfortunately”. So glad I didn’t hear it. Fuck it, I’m leaving, I’m finally free.

14/12/2016 (8:00pm) First rain run. Fuck I love the rain, it brings a calmness over me like no other. I can be anxious and within seconds of rain falling on my face I feel at peace. I’ve ran for two whole weeks, maybe I can stick to goals after all hey PNUT.

15/12/2016 PISSSING DOWN!!!

16/12/2016 (10:00PM) Reality vs. expectation. Fucked up difference fastest run (5:04km) when I’m the most exhausted I have felt throughout this goal. Too and fro from the hunter valley and the emotions of today. Throughout the run I felt like I was running as bad as Kickstart did today but must have been running on that negative energy. No expectations just did the work. IMT Fuck me I’m over half way… all down hill from here… Closer to the end than the start J

17/12/16 (10:30pm) A guy leaving Summer Hill hotel pointed at me and insult me profusely while laughing about running by myself on a Saturday night “look at this loser running”. In hindsight it may seem a little pathetic but this is who I am at the moment and the opinions of others don’t matter when its something I want so badly. Why do we so often care about what people think? Particularly somebody who we have never met before? I think true enlightenment comes when you don’t give a fuck about what anybody thinks about you. What you think of yourself is what’s truly important.

18/12/16 (11:00pm) I used to tell myself that my body wouldn’t be able to handle exercise let alone running everyday without some rest days in between. Its absolute rubbish, its lies you tell yourself to avoid discomfort. Running has become an everyday event just like brushing my teeth or showering has. If you could keep the mental aptitude you seriously could run every day for years and years. Still looking forward to January though! ZIP ZIP(5:09)

19/12/16 (6:00pm) Saw a guy on crutches struggling to the Train. So thankful I can run. Gratitude podcast thank you per step. We really are so lucky.

20/12/16  (11:15pm) I want to run I want to run I want to run…

21/12/16 (6:15pm) Old man walking , was thinking about regret. Fuck I’m gunna die, sounds like a blog post. That happens a lot.

22/12/16 (10:00pm) feeling a bit jaded, long prep! Heading into the last 25% kinda want it to be over now.

23/12/16 (5:40pm) Long week, best time. It’s funny how you can achieve things even though you feel like ass (5:04km).

24/12/16 (5:00pm) Out west for Christmas so I hit up my old stomping ground. Sometimes you need to look back (briefly) to see how far you have come. When I started running in February 2014 I could run about 200m without stopping and walking a few minutes to regain my breath (fucking smokes). I ran once a week and each week I could go a little bit further without stopping, I would get to the next street and could physically track the progress. My original goal when I started running was to run 5km without stopping and I ended up crushing that by being fit enough to finish a Olympic Triathlon (1.5km Swim 40km Bike 10km Run) over a year later. Crushed it, nowhere near as difficult a 5km here (1.5 hills) 4:41km! 23mins absolute PB!

25/12/16 (9:25pm) Another Christmas has come and gone! Was nice to go out west and hang with the fam and my bitch Lucy. Got a Zard for Christmas so fully stoked! Hahaha. Its always a strange day, you are grateful for sharing it with the loved ones that are around but feel that odd sense of absent love and lost love. I suppose it’s not as intense as NYE but a nagging thought in the back of my mind. Running around a ghost town like Summer Hill, still obviously passed out from a food coma or copious amounts of alcohol. Was nice to run past the pub and not get abused, will be open again tomorrow and things can go back to normal.

26/12/16 (4:30pm) There’s peace in doing the work finishing mid afternoon allows you to focus on other things into the night. Throughout this experience it has become frightfully clear that my body has 13 good years left, need to get cracking before the physical things I want to do elude me. My body wont react so favorable going forward. Seriously… who the fuck wants to run for a whole month in summer.

27/12/16 (10:00pm) No Entry.

28/12/16 (11:20pm) Just made it! 2nd Christmas DINNER

29/12/16 (9:30pm) Definitely have heat stress after today’s 38 degrees… Why am I running…

30/12/16 (7:00pm) Fuck Sydney is humid. Feels like Darwin out there. Sweating like a beast!

31/12/16 (5:45am) We made it. A little bit sad…

Get my Name in a Race Book #158

The day has arrived. My horse, Kickstart My Heart (Denny) is heading to the races. Today my name Mr. N S Orton will be in a race book, albeit a paper printed one most likely but I couldn’t care less.

I first purchased a share in this horse from Darby in June of 2015. I am not a bloodstock expert but was aware that he would take time to mature and expected to wait a while before getting to the point where we are at now.  He went into Bjorn Bakers stable as an early two year old for education purposes in August but quite quickly obtained a virus from being in such close proximity to other horses (apparently this is common) and was tipped out to the paddock after being at the stables for about 10 days. As a yearling he was a very heavy set colt and the decision was made to give the old boy the snip snip (gelded) and he was aloud to mature in the paddock for around 3 months. He would have got too heavy if we didn’t and would have been the full man but definitely not a fast racehorse.

He came back into the stable after the 3 months and he looked magnificent, streamlined and more athletic and was starting to look physically like a racing gelding would.  So coming back into Bjorn’s I was hopefully that we might get to a trial after he learnt what all this racing business was about. Unfortunately though he was psychically not developed enough and his bones couldn’t handle the stresses put on his young body and become shin sore after a couple of weeks of light trot and canter work. It’s not uncommon that this occurs in young horses and the decision was made to send him out again.

Back into Bjorn in the autumn and the unrealistic dream of owning a slipper winner had passed me by for 2016. He had matured more with the time and looked physically more robust and normally as a later season two year old there is hope that you can get to the races. He quickly became shin sore again in late May and was sent out to again eat grass and have the sun on his back. It was about this time I started to contemplate whether or not that KSM would ever be physically capable of handling the stresses of racing. The trainer was quite surprised at how quick he did become shin sore considering the light workload he placed the horse under. I started to think about it in a different way, I started thinking about all the positive things that have happened with surrounding the purchase of this horse. I had enjoyed the emails and phone calls about this horse and taking photos with/of him, it was never about winning lots of money or him being the next Black Caviar. Don’t get me wrong that would be nice, it was just so special to achieve a goal I had for such a long time in owning a share and directly or indirectly be involved in such an incredible animal. Having accepted the fact that in all likelihood Denny wouldn’t get the races, it made the next phases so much more enjoyable, every small step was one of excitement rather than a pressure based experience pushing towards the goal of him getting to race.

So we returned from the paddock in late July 2016 as a near three year old looking overweight and wooly due to his winter coat. They changed the spelling farm this time around and honestly wasn’t entirely happy with the condition he returned in. Our boy loves his feed and can put on weight quite quickly and hold that condition. Over the next 2.5 month everything just started falling into place. He was handling the workload without an ounce of soundness issues and quickly progress to a jump out at Warwick Farm. Two weeks later we were at Kembla grange trialing over 800m running fourth a couple of lengths of Group class performers in Ammirata and Man of Choice. I can’t explain how nervous and excited I was to be trackside watching my horse at full flight galloping down that Kembla straight. It was exhilarating. He trialed well considering it was his first public outing, was very green cornering and running around in the straight but I liked how he flattened out when asked for a supreme effort from MR persuader (whip). A fortnight later (Sep14th) he trialed at Warwick farm over the same distance but was less impressive. Blake Shinn rode him and commented he was quite one paced and was a 1300m plus horse. It’s not ideal that a racehorse hasn’t got a turn of foot but horses have won races without one. From what we have seen from the trials he is no Winx, but I think if placed right could be at least competitive in races. With the soundness issues we have had everything is a bonus.

And now I am here, writing this on the morning KSM/Denny will be getting prepared to float to Hawkesbury to compete in a 1000M maiden at 2:20PM. I am normally someone who get super nervous before sporting events or public speaking type of things but I will say I am more excited than nervous about todays race. I am so grateful to own a share in this horse and he has brought me so much happiness from just being the animal he is. As someone who has his own YouTube channel tipping horses, I know how to do form. KSM is a 1400M horse in a 1000M race at Hawkesbury and is likely to run midfield at best. There is a couple of nice types in the race so looking at the exposed form I would be extremely happy if we could run third.

This whole experience has reiterated how pointless worrying about the things we can’t control is. The horses natural ability and the things Bjorn has taught him will determine how good a racehorse KSM will be when its all said and done.

I am going to turn up in a nice suit, cheer loudly and leave the rest up to the powers that be, thats what i can control.

Big love,

Nath.