Cadbury Marathon – Glass half full

When I told Johnny (my step dad) I was going to Hobart, he inquired what I was going there for... "oh I'm just doing a run", I said.. "Is this a big run?" Johnny asked... I responded, "it's around 42.195km’s"... To which Johnny replied, "Hector Crawford!". I thought perhaps Hector Crawford was a marathon runner...... Continue Reading →

South bound and down

  There's nothing quite like the excitement of the unknown. Getting on a plane, travelling somewhere new... Whether it be a different country or a different state.. a holiday is as good as a change. I'm relatively sleep deprived which gives new meaning to the aviation term "catching the red eye"... Need to buy clear... Continue Reading →

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