Wasn’t invited out…so you send me snachats of the entire night. Heartbreaking everytime. On another note. Had an amazing week with incredible people! Colin and Bec are incredible. I’m so happy to have finished this degree and celebrate with so many I love. Even having my brothers graduation Friday and going into town to say goodbye to Colin were incredible. I’m now knackered though. Still might go to the grand tonight. Woooooo
I have a week and a half till the biggest 45 minutes of my entire degree. I’m having a panic attack and my body has started messing up and I’ve been so busy this year that I’ve fucked up my relationships with the most important people in my life because I’m always to busy. Now the one night I really need them there they won’t be. Which is understandable when I could never be there for them. Hating myself for being such a shit person at the moment. Yay for uni ruining lives.
Meet Cliff Young, a 61-year-old potato farmer from Victoria, Australia, who won the Inaugural Westfield Sydney to Melbourne Ultra Marathon, a distance of 875 kilometres (544 miles) in 1983. Young finished the race in five days, 15 hours and four minutes, which essentially means he ran 3 full marathons (42 kilometres each) every day. He ran at a slow loping pace and trailed the leaders for most of the first day, but by running while the others slept, he took the lead the first night and maintained it for the remainder of the race, eventually winning by ten hours.
Before running the race, he told the press that he had previously run for two to three days straight rounding up sheep in gumboots. He claimed afterwards that during the race, he imagined that he was running after sheep and trying to outrun a storm. His time was almost two days faster than the previous record for any run between Sydney and Melbourne. All six competitors who finished the race broke the previous record, but were unable to match Young’s relentlessness and lack of rest. When he got the check for ten thousand dollars, he told the organizers he wasn’t actually aware there was a prize for winning. Then he said he felt bad that he should get the prize money when everyone else worked just as hard as him, so he divided the ten grand equally among all the participants in the race.
Young continued running, setting six outdoor world endurance records despite the notable handicap of being basically old as hell. At the age of 63 he ran 150 miles in a 24 hour period. In 1997 he tried to circumnavigate Australia to raise money for disadvantaged homeless orphans, but the 76 year-old had to drop out after just 6250 kilometers (3,800 miles, or roughly the distance from Key West, FL to Whistler, BC) when his only crew member (a trainer who, by the way, was making this trip in a car) passed out from illness. In 2000, at age 79, he became the oldest man to finish a six-day Ultramarathon, and he did it while he was dying of cancer. He passed away in November 2003, at the age of 81, still running his family farm. He had run over 20,000 kilometers during his racing career. It is said that never kept any of his prize money, instead donating it to charities or giving it to friends as gifts.
If that’s not inspiring I don’t know what is.
"I’ve written a song for my wife."
Fred was married 72 years to his wife. He wrote a song for her when he saw a songwriting contest advertised in the paper, and he couldn’t resist writing one for her. She had just passed a month earlier.
They had been together since the 30′s.
96 years old, Fred couldn’t play an instrument or sing, so he simply mailed in his lyrics, attaching his story in the letter. When the studio holding the contest saw his song and read his letter, they decided to record it for him and play the song for him to hear.
Grab some tissues before you watch this.
I cried the whole freaking time.
Well. I’m crying.
Hit me like a brick. Fucking hell.
I just cried so much I couldn’t breathe. I really hope I can find someone, who I love and who loves me in return this much, someone who I can share my life with.
(Source: breanna-lynn, via kingroger)
You know sweatpants?
In Australia we call them trakky-dacks.
im starting to think you aussies are just fucking with us
i can confirm this is 100% fact