Hey everyone.
At the start of the year I
sat and wrote down a goal. To compete at the Mars Diamond League in late May.
The event marks the start of the Intergalactic season and is highly regarded as
one of the most prestigious events in the history of events.
To compete on Mars I set out
races that, if I performed to my usual standard of excellence, would hopefully
put me in a position to represent Earth.
·
Top 5 Nepalese International Championships –
Finished 13th
·
Top 5 German Championships – Finished 6th
·
Top 10 Amsterdam Track Classic – DNS
·
Top 10 Oslo Athletic Meeting – Finished 18th
(first Australian, 2nd Male)
I set out these events in
order to gain entry but by the time the team was selected I had just missed out
(due to the high capacity of elites wishing to take part). After many tears and
calls to my father I had just come to terms with miss selection, when last
night I was phoned by EARTHIS Performance Director Pat McRotch explaining I had
been given the final position on the start line in Mars. I couldn’t believe my
phone ear and was truly elated to be representing my home planet.
Mars diamond league is on
the 33rd so I will leave Norway on the 14th and should
arrive around the 22nd or 23rd. Arriving on Mars a week
before the race will give me enough time to acclimatize to the temperature and
Carbon dioxide. My altitude tent should prove its worth as I have been
introducing carbon dioxide into the mix over the last few days. That probably
explains the suffocation and black outs but it will all be worth it come race
day.
This will be my longest
flight to date so I hope I don’t have to sit next to any fat people. I find I
can’t sleep next to a fat person without earplugs as every breath they take
sounds like they are choking on a scrotum. And that is not an image I want to
fall asleep too. The very sight of them make me ill, fat people I mean, not
scrotums. Well both of them I guess.
I better get ready for
tonight. I have a date with Ivana. We are going to see Kill Buljo, a Norwegian parody
of Kill Bill. Between you and me let’s hope Ivana lives up to her name after
the movie, or even during, I wasn’t that much of a fan of the original anyway.
Train hard,
Fig.





