Brick Run

Today represents my second “mental toughness” Mega-training day involving a workout of all three disciplines in a single day.  This morning I swam 3.25k and then a 90 minute Masters spin class this evening followed by this 25 minute Brick run.  Except, where two weeks ago the Brick run was slow and steady, tonight’s goal was to keep it to a comfortable tempo pace, hence, the need for something a little more actively engaging; something to grip me my the kahuna’s (Aussie slang for ‘balls’) and urge me along a challenging ‘Intervals’  setting on the treadmill; something like, oh, I dunno, AC/DC’s classic rock staple ‘74 Jailbreak’  maybe?

Although only released in 1984 as an EP, the actual tracks were recorded ten years earlier (the Bonn Scott era of AC/DC) as part of the Australian version of the ‘High Voltage’  album released in 1974, which would have made me 2 years old at the time.  The title track ’74 Jailbreak’  automatically became a concert standard when the EP came out, and it remains a mystery why it wasn’t released earlier but, also included here is the largely instrumental ‘Soul Stripper’, a ripping cover of ‘Baby Please Don’t Go’, plus a pair of originals: ‘You Ain’t Got a Hold on Me’  and the autobiographical ‘Show Business’.  Whatever, what this all means for me is five hard driving anthems for a hard driving, balls-to-the-wall tempo Brick run.  No rest for the weary, mate!


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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