Ten Songs to Listen to While Running Around Albert Park Lake

* Beetroot faced.
** In reverse order. Compliled with the aid of the back button on the i-pod--the trauma of the actual action of running around Albert Park Lake (4.1kms) does not allow for manual memory recall.

1. .toab ykael a ni shtnom xiS
2. .dnah rehto eht nO
3. .nam rehcaerp a fo noS
4. .thginot ehcatraeH
5. .thgindim retfa gniklaW
6. .liacepS gnihtemoS
7. .efac esenihC
8. .nos dna rehtaF
9. .wohs on pots t'nod yeknom enO
10. . ixat wolley giB

Okay. So, following on the premise of my first blog--that lists teach us about who we are--what does this entry reveal about 'me'. I am a little nervous to delve. On the surface level, the spelling looks a lot like one of my jobs from work. My brain seems to think in one direction, but my fingers often to go in the other. A special type of dyslexia. I usually have to spend another three minutes decoding the job for the dispatchers. On another level, it pleases me that although the sentences are reversed, proper care has been taken to ensure that punctuation is correct. Capital letters, fullstops, all in place. It's a beautiful thing. Maybe I should add punctuation to my list of things too beautiful to contemplate. Or, is that 'scary' to contemplate? Another level: Mmmm, I am not altogether secure with revealing some of the extreme daginess that can be found on my i-pod playlist. Yes, there is some cool stuff there--Cat Stevens, Dusty Springfield--but Randy Travis, Bette Midler. I believe I tread a fine line between 'fringe cool' and 'complete nerd'--it's an exciting place to be. And then there is the matter of why I am running around a lake in the first place. The answer is that I needed another scatter-brain scheme to get me off the couch and excersising. I was persuaded, without much persuasion, by a work colleague, who I am not convinced will follow through, to enter the Police Games, in the 'Toughest Competitor Alive' competition, this March. It comprises a 4km cross country run, a 100mt sprint, a 100mt freestyle swim, shotput, a 7mt rope climb, chin-ups, bench press and an obstacle course. That seems all well and good, you say, but I am actually a fatty-boom-bah with a moderate fitness level and no arm strength. Hence, I am madly in training. Why do I do this to myself? A question with no answer perhaps.