LIFE ON MARS
“When I’d turned up to the info centre the day before, they told me there were only two people registered for the full marathon at that point and I start to fantasise about winning. I did the same last year, fantasise, not win, and it turned out I was racing an Ironman and he left me in his dust. literally.”
So I roll Into Coober Pedy
on Friday to run a marathon the following day. I see the two big Wind Farm propeller things, and wonder, does two even qualify as a ‘farm’?
And there’s literally not a breath of wind so they’re not doing much. Which is exactly what I’ll be doing while I’m in town.
But only cause I’ve been many times before so have seen all the sights. (Except that’s not quite true. I go birding at the only place there’s water - the sewage treatment plant. But it’s a bit shit. Literally.)
When I wake up Saturday morning it’s weird cause the race starts quite late by marathon standards - not until 10:30. And what the fuck, that’s just about lunch time and I’ll be ready to eat again by then.
And a day earlier than usual, because most marathons are on Sunday. So I’m a bit confused. But at least I don’t have to get up at 4am and I cruise through getting ready and head out to the race which is about 30kms away.
On the way out of town I see the wind nano-farm propeller thingies spinning furiously but it doesn’t really register that there’s gale force winds in action today.
Or that running in them is going
