Winter 2010

Well then. Now that it's mostly over, I feel safe in the following remark: Is that your best Melbourne? That all you got? You can't make winter any colder, wetter, windier; any more disagreeable, distressing or just plain, downright torturous?

Is it that I had come off a 12 month sojourn in Brisbane and have thus become a little 'soft'? Was I, in the male athletic world's vernacular, a little 'gay' to begin with? Perhaps it was due to me being squirrelled away each day in a Southbank office block doing the 9-5 slog, and getting smashed by the frigid winter winds every time I ventured outside?

Or, was it the three nights each week that I spent outdoors as a sports coach, exposed both to the elements and the nightly tribulations foisted upon me by my athletes?

Just why the heck did I find winter 2010 such a damn struggle?

No matter really. It was freezing. All winter. Every night. Far too cold. Not happy Jan.