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daas-yass · 7 years

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So- I’m a little late in posting this... by about 2 months xD

Yes your eyeballs do not deceive you- I SAW THE DOUG ANTHONY ALL STARS FOR A SECOND TIME WOOOO!

This time round I saw them back in my hometown of Toowoomba (just west of Brisbane, but against what the news seems to report, is not a part of Brisbane at all), in our local theatre where ironically I had volunteered as an usher before I had moved; which led me to think maybe I could get in to usher backstage originally, but after much thought, I thought it would be too creepy and invasive for them, so I bought a ticket like a normal person xD

It was Saturday June 3rd and I drove up in the afternoon, and waited patiently for a message from a friend from the facebook fanpage (@silo24 go check out her amazing photography of DAAS) to say she was in town so we could meet up for dinner before the show. It was the first time we had met but she was super nice and she gave Kate and I a small envelope full of show flyers from different shows- including the first one I went too that I didn’t even have!

Outside of the show was pretty surprising because I got recognised twice by some fans of our comic book that were either at the Brisbane show or had seen our stuff online before, so it was pretty amazing (along with running into one of my friends from facebook who actually recognised me last time before we even released the comic book, so it was nice seeing her again too :D)

Now for the show- even though it’s still under the Near Death Experience title, almost all of the script had been changed, bar a few classic songs here and there. I didn’t score a front row seat this time, but I still got 2nd row on Tim’s side again, and I still loved it the same as the first time. I was probably just seeing things, but I felt like I made eye contact with the boys alot this time around, which made kinda want to hide incase they noticed it too and picked on me or something for staring ;D

There was a few parts in the show where I really was not sure whether they had fucked up or whether it was scripted, but I love shows that do that cause it does bring interest if it looks like they fucked something up! 2 of the funniest moments I remember was Paul and his siblance issues going on for at least 5 fucking minutes (really bloody milked it- he’s definitely gonna sound like that in his old age!) and an example of one of the moments I really wasn’t sure at the time whether it was scripted (it probably was) but Paul told Tim he was being a C**T XD It was just so incredibly funny to hear that, because I hadn’t heard them use the C word in any of their work so openly, so it wasn’t expected; and by the crowds gawks and screams of laughter, of course it was fucking beautifully done!

After the show was a completely different world again in my mind. I met back up with my friends from before (we had different seats) and chatted with the comic fans. One thing I was secretly worrying about was the small deck of business cards and fanart stickers that I had made up from scratch myself that I had yet to hand out to people (social anxiety doesn’t take a day off lads xD.) After finally building up the courage to walk down the signing line of waiting fans, as soon as I toke my first step, all I hear is DING DING DING of Tim’s bell coming around the corner from the dressing room; which ended up scarying me to just wizz down basically chucking cards and stickers at unsuspecting Toowoomba fans (most of which only know Tumblr is a type of drinking cup).

By the time all the line had died out, I walked up to the table after the comic fans came through, as the last jokie round (besides Silo, but she wasn’t in the line per-say- just waiting to talk to Flacco). It was actually really nice being the last person. They talked to me a lot more casually then the first time cause there wasn’t any time constraint of having people waiting in line behind you.

I complemented Flacco on his wonderful book and told him my favourite part was when Richard swore on TV. You can see the woman in the picture above getting her DVD resigned- she asked if he was the Aldi Ad Mushroom, and we just laughed when I said yes before he could! Talking to Paul was so much more enjoyable this time around; we talked about a few things that I can’t recall much of, but it was very chill- in comparison to the first time where he basically signed and went with a hand shake (until he saw the comic I guess- then I got asked for my autograph xD). When I had finished talking to Paul, he seemed a little uneasy because of a ‘undisclosed pain’ (I know what it is but its not my info to share- sorry folks. it’s not serious though he’s all good :3) so when I had people try to get me to ask for a picture when a few others got theres done, I just said it was fine for him to go. I’m not one to hold someone like that up.

Finally on to Tim. As always, he was extremely nice and friendly, and was the last at the table, but did need a little coaxing from Sam the merch girl and Cam P Mellor fill in for Tbar, to sign my book cause he was too into talking with us to notice the book on the table xD But he signed it, and put a pretty picture in too; and Sam slyly slipped the last bookmark in as he finished which was really nice of her to do :D

But yeah- I had fun :3 It’s so rare that I get to go out and enjoy myself with people who like the same things as me, it would’ve been made 1000000x better if Kate was there with me, but maybe one day we can find a show to go too together when she comes to visit me <3

~Bek

#Doug Anthony All Stars #Paul McDermott #Tim Ferguson #Paul Livingston #TL;DR #I'm super sorry this is so long XD

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years

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The 24 -hour race: ‘It is a battle with your mind’

Ultra-running is one of the worlds fastest growing sports, often taking place in remote, scenic sceneries. Not an sportings way in London. Will opponents reach nirvana?

I hallucinated, of course. I always do, Pat Seabrook says. She is 76 and has expended the past 24 hours moving round a 400 m sportings track in Tooting, south London. She sits in the front seat of her car, peeling plasters off her toes. At some part I began to think the white directions on the way were lassoes, rising up around me, and I was pushing them away. She titters: Often I run with my friend and we take turns to hallucinate.

Along with 44 other smugglers, Seabrook has just vied in the Sri Chinmoy Self-Transcendence 24 -hour Track Race. Ultra-running, in which contestants take part in races longer than a marathon and often 100 miles or more, is one of the fastest growing boasts in the world, with brand-new races propelling all the time; the most difficult ones have been forced to introduce lottery systems to cope with the numbers who want to enter. But part of the appeal of these races is that they usually take place amid some of the worlds most remote and scenic sceneries, such as the Sahara or the Rockies. Not around a line in Tooting.

Paul Corderoy: You can get into that room; a few laps go by and you dont realise it. Photo: Marietta d’Erlanger for the Guardian

The winner, James Stewart, runs a mind-boggling 160 miles over the course of the day. Its hard to appreciation, watching him peg away, lap after lap: 160 miles, without going anywhere. He could have guided all the way to Cardiff, but hes still there, on the trail in Tooting.

Seabrook is the oldest contestant here and deals 83 miles during the course of its hasten. Its not that great, she says, gathering off another plaster. Last time I led 87. As well as countless 24 -hour races, she has also run 456 marathons. She didnt even start operating until her late 40 s, when all her children had grown up and leave here. I necessitated something to maintain me busy, Seabrook says. What else am I going to do on a Saturday?

Yet in spite of her low-key position, something else going on here here. The race was started nearly 30 years ago by followers of the late Indian spiritual schoolteacher Sri Chinmoy, who was held that ranging was integral to a spiritual life.

In 1977, Chinmoy started a marathon unit, which started putting on races in New York and is now one of the most important organisers of perseverance events around the world. While most of the volunteers and organisers in Tooting are partisans of his teachings, only one of the smugglers, Mahasatya Janczak from Poland, is part of the Sri Chinmoy crew. He has done the race twice before. Does he find self-transcendence through it? At instants, obviously, he replies, a flash in his eye. Its genuinely something. You is simply understand it if “were trying” it.

Pat Seabrook, aged 76, is the oldest opponent. I requirement something to preserve me busy. Picture: Marietta d’Erlanger for the Guardian

Diana Celeiro has come the whole way from Argentina for the hasten. Its her second era here. Her husband, Gustavo, acts as her supporting gang. Most of the runners have someone who holds diligently by the racetrack watching, offering encouragement, developing snacks or facilitating with any issues that arise, from cysts to psychological explosions. Some of the help crews have brought tents; one family even has a motorhome parked up on the edge of the trail. A few of the runners have no crew and have just set up a table on the grass or, in one athletes occurrence, an ironing board laden with their supplies.

Some followers vanish home or to a inn on the night for some sleep. Gustavo, though, holds vigilant throughout, ever smiling. This is different from operating 100 miles in the mountains, he says. When “youre running” 100 miles all around a trail, it is a battle with your mind.

I expect how his wife is, after completing a race like this. Very quiet, he says. Almost dead.

In Japan, friars on Mount Hiei run 1,000 marathons in 1,000 dates in a effort to reach enlightenment. One of the friars formerly told me that the relevant recommendations behind the constant crusade is to deplete the psyche, their own bodies, everything, until nothing is left and you are almost dead. When you are nothing, then something popping! comes up to fill the cavity, he said, miming a bubble popping. That something, he told me, is the immense consciousness that lies below the surface of our lives a sense of oneness with the universe.

Diana Celeiro has circulated from Argentina for the hasten. Image: Marietta d’Erlanger for the Guardian

None of the athletes here in Beeping vocalises it quite so lucidly, “but theres” glimpses of something deeper than PBs and route accounts. Sometimes, you can get into that opening; a few laps go by and you dont realise it, Paul Corderoy says.

Theres a nowness to it, thats for sure, says Jamie Holmes, a management consultant who lives less than a mile from the track. He has recently completed the famed Spartathalon ultra-marathon in Greece, which is 153 miles. When I ask why he hinders doing such long races, he says he cant actually explain it, but believed to be trying to break himself. I guess Im trying to find my restraint, he says. Maybe when I find it, Ill stop.

Shankara Smith, the race chairman, is indicated that the biggest challenge is yourself. Sri Chinmoy used to say its not mind over content, but nature over judgment. If you cant silence that judgment, then you cant do it, because your recollection will tell you you cant. Here, you cant tell yourself its you versus that mountain, because there is no mountain. Its only you versus you.

Smith has watched the race every year because it started in 1989, when her father was the race head. I desire it, she says. If youre here at 3am, the city is quiet , nothing is going on, but on the racetrack, the atmosphere is zinging. But likewise peaceful.

I invest a few hours watching the smugglers lap the racetrack. Everyone seems in good spirits; its a chilly, overcast afternoon, which is fine for the athletes, and while a few have gone off fast at the front, most are running well within themselves, chatting to each other and joking with the officials. I decide to get some meat and rest.

Driving back to the trail at 3am, I find it hard to imagine they are all still running but, sure as shooting, out on the floodlit line 15 hours after they started, the runners are still going around and around. About 10( mainly those who started at the front in the first few hours) have descended out.

Many challengers are treading, often with difficulty, by the time darkness descends. Photo: Adharanand Finn for the Guardian

Some of those left look as if theyre in pain, their operate forms twisted and wrung. Numerous are amble, but even that ogles difficult. One humanity with a shaven president is strolling gradually with his fists clenched; he seems as if he wants to punch someone. They have nine hours left to go.

Some people stand out, allays and compiled. One of them is 68-year-old Ann Bath. Shes not very fast, shes a little inclination over, but she is incessant. While others rarely stop for a massage, or to eat something, she presses serenely on, never stopping. In the end, she guides an incredible 116 miles, an age-group macrocosm record.

Holmes, the management consultant, smiles where reference is sees me again. He is now treading gingerly and his knee is heavily strapped. I feel Ive felt my restraint, he says. At the end of every lap, the runners legislate a tent full of people with big clipboards and lists of numbers. The lap bars have to wave to their smuggler each time to show theyve registered the lap, and the athletes often curve back to double check their lap has been weighed. As the hours progress, an intimacy builds up. They get to know each other well, there are still lots of tittering and joking. The smugglers say it affords them a lift.

Ann Bath operates 116 miles, an age-group world-wide record. Picture: Marietta dErlanger for the Guardian

Some hastens, you have a chip counter tied to your shoe, one runner tells me, but what I like about this hasten is that you have parties doing it.

Another runner and his bar are trying to refer a new animal each lap. After a while, the athlete, his brain frazzled, stops and tilts on the table rim. I cant think about any more, he says. Im done. No, wait, flamingo! And, with that, hes off again.

Youre gazing enormous, one of the lap bars shouts to Holmes.

Youre appearing beautiful, he responds, his startled smile now determined permanently across his face, perhaps shielding the sting. When I catch him along the back straight-shooting, he tells me he misses his acquaintances. Commonly I run with friends, he says. Without them here to tell me to stop being an imbecile, I cant find the will to try running again. So he walks. But he doesnt stop.

Around the trail, many of the aid crews are sleeping on chairs or on the flooring. Lauren Howes, whose lover, Cameron Humphries, is doing his firstly 24 -hour race, is struggling to understand what shes doing up there. I dont get wise, she says. Its like a faith. His heroes are not Brad Pitt or George Clooney, but some ultra-runner guy.

Kilian Jornet? I enterprise. Hes just about the most famous ultra-runner I can think of; he guides up and down mountains.

Yes, thats it. Hes got four duets of his shoes.

Some of the gang are hasten ex-servicemen who cant stay away. One tells me she was a marathon runner when someone at her sorority told her he had construed a race where people were gobbling sandwiches while they were extending. I didnt think it is, she says, so I went to watch. I turned up in the morning and there was a group of parties wandering around the line like zombies. Ive been hooked ever since. If Im not moving, Im crewing.

Although at times it seemed that it would never come, eventually, at just before midday, we get the bell labelling the last five minutes of the race. For the final few laps, the athletes are connected on the track by family and sidekicks. Parents lead impounding handwritings with “their childrens”, duos operate, or walking, arm in arm. One boy decides to start sprinting, his support crew struggling to keep up, while another carries his young daughter. One maiden, clearly in agony, is accompanied by her concerned husband and two teenage sons. When the hooter goes to signal the end, she abounds into weepings. Others collapse on the soil where they are, or hug the very near party. I find myself close to tears.

One runner, the shaven-headed gentleman with the clenched fists he didnt unclench them the entire race is ambling back alone across the infield. I ask if hes OK. He looks at me blankly for a moment, as though Ive exactly appeared out of the field. I exactly need to lie down, he says in the meekest spokesperson Ive ever heard.

And so it aims. I predict theyll all go back to their jobs and beings will ask them if theyre mad. Why? people will ask. Why would you do such a thing? And theyll maybe be unable to answer. But theyll be getting back next year to do it all over again.

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internalstars · 7 years

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LIT Retreat

Oh my, this is gonna be long but it was so fun!!

Friday (4/28)

so i didn’t go to coffee or micro and just came for work due to me needing as much sleep as i can get before the retreat, and i had to hand out some things to D and J and didn’t want to hold onto them for long. Went to work, J got the duffle, D bought and brought me some chick-fil-a :) E swung by and so did D but lets not get into that.... S passed by and asked if i’m excited about the retreat, moved to back booth, E came by and so did J, twas fun

got my stuff and had 30 min to chill, i forgot to charge my phone all the way tho :( started walking to car, i was riding w C!!! and J and J. got there first, we had small talk, J showed up, and talked to him for awhile, we were left in the car alone, wasn’t too awk, C came back and finally J came.

we went to walmart, right when we got out of the car a woman approached C, and asked if we can buy her some diapers for her baby, C said sure and asked her to come w us, C was asking her about her life, and we walked around trying to find her some diapers and wipes, C went quickly to get something, so J just paid for S’s stuff, she wanted some food for her family so J and J went to Jack in the Box while J told me to find C and stay with him to get his things, he was like right there but they already left, so i went with him to find water bottles, J needed some as well, anyways, there was only a small section and then i was like wait theres more over there, we looked for quite a while until he was like yeah im gonna go back to the cheap ones lolol we also had to pick one for J and he was like pick one between red and neon yellow so i said red obv, we paid and then we saw some cardboard cutouts of a lady with a big dancing skirt and man with a sombrero and guitar, so C was like lets take a pic with those jokingly and i was like that is a good way to start off the retreat, and he was like yeahhh so we took pics, i was w the man and had to tiptoe and he took one w the lady staring off in the distance lol we went to go find J and J and lowkey was worried so i asked C if they were ok and he was like yeah yeah, went there and C got his snacks, apples and cookie butter and i was like omg i love cookie butter and he was like theyre amazing but nobody rlly knows about it, so when we were at the table he gave me a slice of apple and cookie butter on it and i ate it, it was v good, he gave some to J too, and even handed me the snacks for me to get some more, but i was like nah im good, J was in the middle of talking to S about the gospel and we were just listening in and then she prayed for us and we all gave S hugs then went on our way

we just talked, getting to know each other, but J fell asleep and so it was quiet for most of the cafr ride, we arrived!

they were just sitting around the campfire (no fire yet) with their chairs, saw D and G and c so talked to them, grabbed my chair to sit w them, C asked for some of my hand sanitizer and i was like it smells rlly girly and he was like it has sparkles too haha you caught me irene lololol anyways, we just chilled, mostly talking about their piercings, finally introduced myself to J and she was hugged me, the campfire got started, and we started sterilizing the hangers on which we had to eat the hotdogs from, i stuck a hotdog in mine but forgot to wipe it off first so it was black on some parts, had a hard time cooking it lol, kinda got the tip burnt but that was it, just chilled, had a worship sesh led by A and W, then C talked for a lil bit, then we played werewolf! it was soooo fun! the first round i was the little girl so i knew who the werewolves are, and when it was time to accuse, i accused C lololol i forgot my first reason but the second was that all the dead ppl was pointing to him, so then he came to defend himself and was like if i was a werewolf i would kill the ppl next to me and i shouted yeah like toby! (who was right next to him) and everyone was like omgggg hahahhah so he got ousted, then i accused A bc he tried to nominate someone to divert attention from J, so he was out, then J was a team effort and so was M and T by me, M and W it was so great!! we won and W was like i knew yall knew what was going on and we were all just so happy omg it was just so great

then the next round i was part of the couple which means if one dies the other dies w them, and lol so A called the couple out to know who they are and it was jsut me so everyone was like are they single lolol and C even volunteered to be the other one but it was handed to C, then somebody killed C so we both died p early but it was great to actually know everything that was going on, C was a werewolf (!!)

that ended and then T and D and I were just talking, mostly them two, C cmame by to say gnight bc he was going to sleep, he said good game to me, then i just went over to the game going on, was so confused, and later C announced to clean up, D and I went to the bathroom, then to the tent, we changed and cleaned up, also no running water, so no washing hands or place to brush our teeth, we did it outside the tent and spat in the grass, was v uncomfortable sleeping that night, first bc i was just unsettled by the fact that i didn’t rlly feel like i belonged there w others, and i kept praying to God but i dont think i ever finished that prayer, it was cold and hot alternatingly, was afraid to hit M, kept rolling around, no pillow, and the wind was super loud,

Saturday

woke up at 8 for breakfast, D woke me up, we got cleaned up, then i ate a banana, and one poptart from J, C was right across from me, D and I went to the bathroom, then just got ready for the day, we had down time, so I was talking to J and she was just trying to get to know me esp bc i said i was from the philippines, i got hit by a frisbee tho, J tried to warn me, but it was too late and it hit me in my ear and my cheek ish, dude it hurt bci t was hard, but it went away, i started tearing up and J was gonna get me a bag of ice, L was the one who threw it -.-, C came to joined our little group but turned around to watch the frisbee game so that he can protect us from getting hit lol, then we had worship led by K, and it was great, J talked and then we had 30 min to just have QT, so we each grabbed a chair and i prayed mostly and looked at some scripture and then prayed some more, after that, we had lunch, PB&J, dont rlly like it, was not in the mood, so i just ate some of my hot cheetos, J ate some too and J who hated spicy stuff actually tried a few, we were in a circle once again, i was w J and C and J then J joined as well as T and J and D and J, they just told some stories, and C came later with a sandwich and cheetos within it, he talked to me about my hot cheetos (sad he doesn’t like it) and said do you know what ive been craving? that filipino food truck, and i was like omg yeah theyre great but they dont come around often, and J was like you can track them on social media yeah lil thing but it was great, then we played games, so first we did the rope thing where we had to hold onto the rope and be fully supported bby tghe rope, i was next to J and C, we almost fell at one point, then we split up into 3 groups and did the human knot, we were the first ones out and it was super quick too, Z asked some team building qs, then our group tried it again but it didn’t work lol so we just played bang and that was super fun, never won but had fun nonetheless, then once the other teams gave up, we played this suepr fun game where we pretend that we were in an airplane crash and some got paralyzed, broken legs and arms, blind, mute, and healthy ppl, and basically the point of the game is to get everyone across the finish line within a certain time limit, i was picked to be paralyzed both times, so ppl had to carry me, L carried me the first time w M and D and i was the first one to make it there safely, it was sooo funny bc T was paralyzed and it took like 10 ppl to carry him it was so funny to watch, but we all made it in 3 min!! when we were given 10 min, so the next time, there were more paralyzed and unconscious ppl and more injuries and a lot more guys were picked and we were given 4 min, so we started complaining, but we made it in 3 min and 15 sec!!! A was the one who carried me this time, w J’s help, was one of the first to cross again, and when we finished they asked what was a struggle and successes and i said that there were always ppl ready to help me without me even having to ask, then we had chill time i think, or maybe this was before lunch idk tbh, but afterwards, J was just talking to me and asked me if my parents were believers, i told her my conflict about church and she said she wanted to talk about this more so she offered to have lunch w me, then lit team and lead team got separated and C talked to us and split us into groups of 3, i was w L who i met for the very first time, and C, we were supposed to be vulnerable and what to pray about, what you struggle w, and i told them about my feelings of doubt and fear, we prayed for each other, and after i prayed, C was apparently there, and talked lol idk how long he was there and if he heard my prayer, but he wanted to talk to C, anyways, we were just conversing afterwards, then got the whole group together and we discussed what have you learned from God this semester in which j was like to pace yourself and not take up everything even if they are all good works, G was like you are placed where you are for a reason, and some other ppl talked, then we all prayed one at a time and just waited for further instructions, the lead team was taking a really long time, so first the girls and i were just taking then i went to the pond and skipped some rock unsuccessfully w others, then just kept moving around, the girls finally found a table and just chilled there, B came by ad said that there has been some conflict and theyre just trying to talk it out now, so we were super hungry and thankfully C’s car was unlocked, so i went and grabbed my hot cheetos and gummy bears and baby wipes, we demolished all those and then we were finally called for what to do next, in which C was talking about how this is a serious time now, and the level of vulnerability from you is up to us, then we were told to get in a single line and my heart was beating rlly fast, i was not scared but anxious as to what it is, the lead team were all in a circle holding up cardboard signs, lit each had to take turns to read what was on it, and then write our own, if we want, then go back to the line, honestly i was tearing up before i read their signs and when i was in line again, i just kept crying, then we worshipped and then Z talked and it was in Luke when Jesus washed his disciples feet so the lead team washed our feet, E was the one who washed mine, and then C and B talked and we chilled til dinnertime, i hugged D and she was like we need to have monthly meetings next sem to just chekc up on each other adn we all agreed,we had chili, and then we packed up and headed home, the ride home was more enjoyable bc we were all just conversing and C asked what we wanted to do again in the lead team, and i was like coffee and C was like i just think that yall would make good small group leaders, and i told him why i didnt put that down (im not strong enough in my faith to handle all of them and schedule ofc), and C was like I accept the second reason but the first reason isn’t a reason (or somewhere along those lines), and honestly that struck me in the heart, i was like well that was what i thought... and he was like all the small group leaders though that way and probably still think that way, which was comforting to me, C asked about our music tastes me:none

then all BSM met at whataburger!!!!! omg it was so fun, we were the first ones to get there, all sons and daughters song played and C was like ive never heard of this song before and i was like really? even i have heard of this song and he laughed, then he was like im sorry guys my car stinks and i was like it was more of a group effort, and he was like thats comforting, anyways i sat w M and J and S at whataburger, got bbq chicken tender sandwich, D was supposed to sit w us but sat w J instead, we talked about majors and what we thought about this weekend, we extensively discussed the cardboard moment which everyone thought was heart provoking, then i was around G and L and C and A, L wants a piercing and T showed up but i was like nooo, D came to just rest on me, showed T my cartilage, then went to hbu, kinda dozed off on the way, hugged J and exchanged numbers, then hugged C, said bye to C, D, Z, and L as well. went home, showered and crashed.

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