Tonight I’m going for a run with my running buddy, Simon. Every week we have the same argument – he wants to go to the Tan and I want to go to Princes Park. The Tan is on his way home from work so it’s easier for him but, since I finish work earlier than he does, I have to go home then drive to the Tan… down Punt Rd. I’d rather stick rusty needles in my eyes than drive down Punt Rd. I’d rather eat rancid custard, I’d rather… you get the drift. It is the most insane road in the world. I’d go via the backstreets and avoid it altogether if I thought my car could jump, Dukes of Hazzard style, across the Yarra.
We really, really need to find somewhere else to go running. Like Princes Park 😀