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.

fuck around, and find out.

we live in botany. that is to say, we live in the area renamed Botany Bay by our colonial ancestors. we live in Jungle Botany. JBs is the gym we’ve trained at for the past 3 years. Dylan assured us that enrolling in the internship would not affect our attaining OG status within the tribe. we live in JBs, and we also live around the corner from JBs, with another of the coaches: Kyron Edwards, our dark lord Meowser. at a recent edition of the weekly coaches’ worship, we discussed the importance of play as an aspect of our training. we understand play as: imagining what is possible. in contrast to competition: striving against an opponent to achieve a goal. botany is a swamp: wet, prone to flooding, filled with mosquitos - perfect for an air port. theres a pond near to us. it’s not particularly pretty, if we’re honest: adjacent to a busy road, pipes running along one edge, bordering car dealerships. but it’s isolated enough to experience a form of serentity, gazing into the reflection of the surface of the water - the quiet calmn of an absence of other people. we come here, irregularly, to contemplate and meditate. as long as we have come, there have been two shopping trolleys partly submerged along the shore. today, filled with a sense of idle curiosity, we endeavoured to fish them out.

is it ethical to name the company? is it ethical not to?

we could equally call this piece 30, since the lockdown was announced and cancelled our planned birthday celebration that photo of us with a fat blunt on our parents’ roof

throughout the second covid lockdown in nsw, we were working as a barista for coffee alchemy. in contrast to

lessons from rolling our ankle:

we are still allergic to rigid strapping tape

the first time we ever benched, we were working nights as a delivery driver. we had such soreness in our chest that we needed to adjust to driving underhanded because we were absolutely incapable of lifting our arms to our chest. truthfully, at times is was an effort to carry a bag full of food from our car to knock on their front door.

we will call our first gym partner Adam. Adam was a sprinter, a rugby player, a natural athlete and the school sports captain when were in high school together.

grandma was a physio. she always maintained that a good one would be working towards ‘return to play’, that is, getting you out of their space and back to doing what you love.

i knew i trusted Dave at the end of our first session. i inquired about when i should book another appointment, and his reply was essentially:

come back when you’ve done the rehab.

Dave’s friendly, charming, and vastly knowledgable about the human body and how it moves. Plus, there’s a gorgeous greyhound (?) named Holly in the office and the music playlist is constant bangers, which is an A+ in my book.

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

when you have had to make big, adult life decisions, how have you known if you made the right choice

perhaps a better phrasing would have been: how have you known when you have made a mistake?

we think, now, that the judgment ex post facto is irrelevant; that what matters is making a choice at all

(you, we, me) made a plan, sketched the outlines, the paths ahead, and at some point - this point, now - you realise that it’s the wrong plan for the time. the plan is still solid (we hope); it’s true to me, from then; it’s true to who i want to be; and it gives back to the communities and networks that have supported me to this point.

09,30 qf129 to shanghai

07,30 international airport

07,00 depart the btm

05,59 awake

we made it.

we had a goal, a dream: to play nationals with bench.

but we are also arrogant; we are vain; we are our own ego, maniac.

we missed brunch, we missed lunch, we missed kaf in the between.

there’s a speed, a pace, a height - an energy, with opens, that we’ve missed.

we had a choice: split or mixed.

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.

please, allow me to introduce myself.

my government name is ANDREW LAURENCE WOOD.

by the current date conventions on EARTH, i was born on the 25th of June, 1991 (which was a TUESDAY).

big phone: iphone 16 pro max pixel 9 pro xl s25+ or ultra samsung samsung fold pixel fold

base deal: 99 per month with 1100 gift card 99 *24 = 2376-1100 = 1279 / 24 = 53

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.