training is systematic and progressive action in pursuit of physiological adaptation and skill acquisition.

it is directed towards a goal, a specific action or outcome.

training as a structure being distinct from what it is to train, to practice, to refine.

Sunday last week, I got on the wrong train going to visit my old housemates, and I ended up in Revesby.

On Monday last week, I got on the wrong train going to a weightlifting session with my coach, and I ended up in Revesby.

And so, Tuesday last week, I decided to get on the train and go to Revesby, because I believe in training triples.

If something happens, that’s an experience.
If it happens twice, that’s repetition.
But if it happens three times, that’s training.

The number e (or Euler’s number, for the 18th century mathematician) is defined by the formula:

$$ e = \lim_{n \to \infty} \left(1 + \frac{1}{n}\right)^n $$

It is an irrational number (meaning that it cannot be expressed as the ratio of two integers; its decimal expansion neither repeats nor terminates) that approximates to 2.71828. It is commonly used in calculating rates of growth and decay.

Such as the compound interest accrued on a superannuation fund.

Introduction

Welcome to the post race recap!

I went to the track yesterday and ran 34km. Which is 85 laps of a standard 400m track. And I can confirm it was a dumb idea (as is the tradition). I am exceptionally sore. It took four hours and 13 minutes to finish. Which is a lot of running.

I’ll elaborate here on the practicalities of how to go about running for 4 hours.

we prefer ’they/them'

we prefer the third person plural as we believe that we are more than one person

we are typing these letters into a computer keyboard

and we are reading these words on our website

the plurality of our singularity

this piece originated from a prompt: a birthday letter from us at 32 to our future present self - and yet, we found an obstruction, a blockage, as traditionally (previously) the birthday letter would be exchanged with one from MADDY, whom we have sadly not encountered for a hot minute. sunshine and turtles going out to you, homeslice.

and so, what follows is a treatise on THE HAIR CRISIS, and how it came to be THE HERE CRISES

I don’t remember when I wrote this piece. It came from a dark place, twelve levels underwater, with no light coming through.

Please keep a friend nearby to help pull you back up.

I am already dead.

My life, of late, has been suffocatingly dark.

I haven’t been to work for some months. The Monday, the first day of the last week, I went in. I had a panic attack in the lab, and I left. I went home and tried to breathe. The Tuesday, the second day of the last week, I had a panic attack in the lift, and I left. I went home and tried to breathe. The Wednesday, the third day of the last week, I thought about having a panic attack, and I couldn’t breathe.

I enjoy breathing smoke, and feeling where it flows.

Some number of people have never smoked a cigarette. It’s a thing that you only need to try once, but likely should not. They will not die from their last cigarette, and neither will I.

I see time differently to most people. I see time as the here, the now, and nothing beyond tomorrow. Nothing beyond tomorrow, because tomorrow never comes for me. I panic about tomorrow, panic that it will come back. It’s already back.

People have asked me where I’ve been. They’ve noticed I’m not in any of the photos of Bench in Hawaii, and that I wasn’t at Eastern Regionals two weekends ago. I’m okay, but i didn’t feel up to flying to Kaimana or driving to Canberra.

February was a month for me, and really it was a month after a couple of other months. I’m a big disc nerd; I love friz. The high of friends + running has always been a solid foundation when other things haven’t been going so well. I missed a couple of Brunches with the boys, which was disappointing, even if I think it was the right choice.

I do not have cancer?
At least, I do not have this cancer anymore.

I have had 3 surgeries - May 20th, June 9th, August 24th - to excise a Dermatofibrosarcoma Protuberans (DFSP) from the left side of my chest. They cut most of it out, determined that it was cancerous; then cut the rest of it out; then cut a margin around the tissue to minimise the chance of recurrence.

Warami

G’day, name’s ande! I was born on Dharug land in modern day Sydney, Australia - a beautiful country with a complicated legacy of colonisation where sovereignty was never ceded. Always was, always will be indigenous land.

Purpose

I am a coach and personal trainer. My mission is to empower people to express their physicality with joy and grace.

Background

As a kid growing up, my parents encouraged me to play a wide range of sports to stay active and be a part of a team environment: soccer was my first real passion from the age of 5. I dreamed of playing for Arsenal in the EPL, a combination of Dennis Bergkamp’s silky skills and Thierry Henry’s ruthless finishing.