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.

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.