So, I've signed up for something that promises to be a huge challenge; I'm in a team for an Adventure Race called the 'Kokoda Challenge'. I've never done anything like this before, in fact, at primary school, I was 'morally' opposed to running the 700m, because it seemed a ridiculously long way. Fair enough, my general fitness has improved remarkably since I made those comments about 18 years ago, but, crikey, it's an intimidating ask;

In other news, Monday is Advance Life Support Day. This differs from the Basic Life support that you learn on the First Aid courses in that it's a bit more hardcore, like putting tubes down tracheas and giving drugs and the like. Pretty exciting stuff, really. Other people who've sample this particular class reckon that you'll be at least 2 years out of Uni before you're running this kind of situation, but hey, it's important stuff to know early. It's so different to history taking and ethics skills and pathology knowledge that you'd want it to be reflex by the time you're in charge, I reckon.

In fact, that's part of the whole learning process; when you're 8, you watch adults driving and think; "No sweat, that looks pretty easy.", that is, you don't know that you don't know. Then at 15, you get behind the wheel and think "I've got no idea about this.", you suddenly know that you don't know. A few months later, with some lessons under the belt you're thinking "... and the clutch goes in, and change gear, release slowly...", and you know that you know how to drive. Finally, after a couple of years on the roads, you're cruising along thinking; "This weekend I'm going to the Coast, and then on Monday I'm at Herston..." and driving couldn't be further from your consciousness, well, you don't know that you know. This isn't to say that you're lazy, it's just that the notion of changing gears and getting the clutch right, well, it's automatic. I think that many things can be like that, like writing a well structured essay, or shooting a basketball...

I guess for me it's going to be walking bloody long distances, in a few short months :)

Finally, the two photos. One is my duck Oz; what a star. Oz is actually a green duck. He likes long swims in the bath and enjoys squeaking when he's squeezed. His yellow brother Frank, died a horrible death when he was decapitated by a dog called Odessa. The names come from this guy. The second photo was taken at about 10pm at Sunshine Beach, with the help of JK, in his post-swim state.