The Josh Lynott Project

Recorded: Thursday, 2nd of April, 2026Location: Melbourne, Australia / Hoi An, Vietnam⁠Support with a coffee:I want to go runningso the world feels lighter by middayand my mind dances sambaso birds chase me down long streetsand flowers stand taller in their potsPetunias, gardenias, and frangipanis. I want to go runningNot for the sake of itOr to collect medallions, and timestampsNot for the conversation it allows meOr to compare myself to peersNot for the sick joys of judgementhow fast, how far, where’d you finish. I want to go runningSo the sunrise talks to me in pinks and orangesAnd the buildings hold up mirrorsSo the light feels soft at every angleAnd the streets hum quiet melodiesso my steps feel the rhythm of impactand I remember that all I ever wantedWas just to go running. 

Recorded: Monday 30th of March, 2026Location: Melbourne, Australia / Hoi An, VietnamGuest: Tommy LewisSupport with a coffee:Poem:Somethings are so easily beautiful,look at your butter,of course it's easy to love.So look at the worldaround you,dirty and lacklustre, you must be sure,to find something easyand beautiful there too.

Recorded: Tuesday, 24th of March, 2026Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠Poems:Isn’t there a place you wish to belong,Somewhere not here,Undeniably not there.A place where the sun tip-toes across your skin,and where water pauses before the first moment of embrace.I’m told there are places,Where the city skyline stands aside for sunrise,and the parks of the people,stand taller on lunch break.I suppose you wish to belong here,because the clocks are disobedient, and the clouds are angular but still not sharp,and cars run off carbon-dioxide, not old bones. I was told these silk from left over spider-webs is strong enough to build bridges,And the water below would never break anyone,no matter how great the storm.Even when the fires strike,ashes band together, like armies of soldiers,putting the bricks together like kaledioscopic mosaics,and forming new imaginations.Isn’t there a place you wish to belong,where the unimaginable tries to exist,and the existence of imagination is unbounded?

Recorded: Monday 16th of March, 2026Location: Garmisch-Parterkirchen, Germany and Manchester, UK.Sponsor: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Poems:A feeling that I can’t articulate,A place that lives between intuition and indecision,and the knowing, That something must changeAnd be moved,And maybe displaced,Until, A part of me has churnedAnd formedInto something solidAnd malleableSmooth like butterAnd spreadable like lifeI cannot articulate this feeling,But I know something must change.

Recorded: March 10th, Munich, Germany.Sponsors:A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Poem:“I hope the men I run I with”I hope the men I run with stop the pack when they hear a wolf whistle,I hope their howls recoil and their tongues tie.I hope the men I run with understand the privilege of running,and the pre dawn darkness reminds them of their duty,to wake earlier,to make the curbside safer,and to wait longer,Till every member,Every runner,Every body,Every women, feels safe.I hope the men I run with don’t utter phrases like“Not bad for girl”Because I have a list things, titled “not bad”:Not bad;Is keeping your shirt on,Not bad,Is making sure no-one gets left behind,Not bad,Is when a man champions a women,For nothing other,Than being a champion.Perhaps,we should say “not bad for a man”because we’re the ones with,All the time,all the resources,all the protection,all the opportunites,and all the science,I hope the men I run with, realise how lucky they are.I hope the men I run with,sit in the discomforts of life,because a courageous man is not one who can run far.A courageous man is one who speaks up,even at the worsening of his own position,at the cost of him,running freely,at the cost of him,not boasting his position.I hope the men I run with understand the truth of being wild,just as nature grows freely,humans were meant to do the same,We were meant to run wild, not keep each other in cages,Our city streets were made for fruit trees, not predators,they were made for artworks, not judgemental eyes,the trails were made to feel alive,Not to disguise those who dressas walkers,as hikers,as runners.A wild man helps return the wildto the women around him.I hope the men I run with,tell me that they weren’t worried when their daughter went running.I hope the men I run with,tell me their girlfriends ran the trails, leaving their phones home.I hope the men I run with,tell me their mothers were out to run before sunrise.I hope I find these kind of men,I hope to run with these kind of men.And I hope most,to never hear the words,”not bad for a girl”ever again.

Recorded: TOKYO, March 3rd.Sponsors:A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.I lug a suitcase, packed with my life, Up and down, all around,The streets of Tokyo.I crave the cool breeze on my face, Yet my body asks politely for warmth,I find in the seats of fast trains,And in the crammed corner of a friends car.Camera bags topple against my head,My head topples against the window,my thoughts toppled against my skull,And I topple into tiredness.It’s time to wheel the suitcase,Along stairs that can’t be rolled,Only to stop at lights that shouldn’t be crossed,Into elevators best made for one,But today we’ll fit two. The streets of Tokyo, Ask me who I am today?Which I have no answer for.Look in my suitcase,You’ll find my feelings wrapped in spices,And unwashed socks from arrival.I can’t slow down,So did Tokyo send the rain?

Recorded: Tuesday 24th February, 2026Location: Melbourne, Airport.Sponsors:A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Poem:World buzzing, fly screamingTv hissing, foreign tongues screeching,Heavy legs, heavy brain,Tired eyes, distant rains.Coffee, matcha, eggs, and avocado,Tomorrow, coffee, matchaEggs, and rice.The world moves With lightnessWith heavinessIt talks in mumblesit talks in riddlesit never gives you an answer,Only an intuition,It only gives you questions,And sometimesA path

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: February 17th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠JOIN NOTES FROM FRANCE:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**Latest Substack⁠**Poem:There is something to be found by going after a dare,there is something to be found in the place before a scare,There is something to be found between black and white,there is something to be found between your left and right. So What do you do once you’ve made a dareWhat do you do in the seconds after a scare,What do you do in the grey, between black and whiteWhat do you do balancing between your left and right.You cannot ask questions of what you might find,these are not answers, only gifts for the mind.You cannot ask about the colour grey,it is a place you must live for the day. 

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: February 3rd, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠JOIN NOTES FROM FRANCE:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**Latest Substack**Guest: Alina JaegerFollow Alina's adventures @clippedinandfree.Poem:Some days I wake up with three months of washing,a pile of books two months high, and 28 days of messages I am yet to reply to. Nothing seems closer than the mountain rangeI climbed 3 years ago in the Karakoram,or the tunnels 2 kilometres long, or the broken hand and laughter I left on the trails. So I walk out the door, coffee in hand, and it stains my t-shirt for the third day in a row,and I forget that my card declined twice, and I introduced myself as John instead of Josh. But I’m an adult now, they’ve been telling me that three times a dayBreakfast, lunch, and tea, and every time I’m out running longerThan 1 hour - thirty.Or what about when you have kids,or what about when you have a mortgage,Or what about when you need to put 10% away.Some days I wake up, with three months of washing,and think it might just turn into four. Some days I take one book, and add another two.Some days I long for a world I once lived in,because I’m trying to build a world,that isn’t done yet,and might take a little too long. 

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: Feb 2nd, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠JOIN NOTES FROM FRANCE:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem:I want to talk to the younger me,The little me,That one who once stood at four foot three. You’re older now, your eyes are kindand your heart knows love, yet some days you move,Trying to fit someone else’s glove. Being weird is fun, Being weird can’t be undone, knowing who you are now,Is a gift, they wish they knew how. You wore yellow shoes today, Telling them, “because I like yellow”is more than okay. And some days, you’ll run late. Breathe in, it’s nothing to hate. Tomorrow you’ll wear green shoes,You won’t be embarrassed,Even if it’s on the news. I want to talk to the younger me.The little me,The one who dreamed of treehouses and long roads,The one who understood living had different modes. You’re older now,and the world is murky, and sometimes grey,You’re older now,Here’s a reminder that being you is okay. 

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 26th, 2025Guest: Grayson HartA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠JOIN NOTES FROM FRANCE:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoems:On the brink of breakthrough, to become something we dream of,intuition starts to fold,and the heart becomes cold,the mind goes black,and tense muscles turn slack.On the brink of breakthrough, to become something we talked about,our voice crackles in conversation,our hand shakes while making deals, Our ears turn graceful whispers into cryptic codes,and goosebumps cover the receptors of our love.On the brink of breakthrough, We don’t recognise the silhouette in the mirror, on the brink of breakthrough, we must move forward, even with error. 

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Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 20th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠JOIN NOTES FROM FRANCE:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackFriction is a thing that flowers,that moves gently in the dark,and suddenly pounces,in the moment before the spark.It wimpers in the wind when it’s easy,It mumbles in the corner when it’s troubled,And no-one asks have you been lazy?And no-one mentions if their effort was doubled?I’ve seen it turn clay into gold,and the engineer into an artist,It’s not something to sit with, it’s something you hold,Like lavender in the wind, listening is the smartest.

EP140: Running forecasts for 2026.Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 13th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackI’ll write you a poem about being a runnerSomething I think that couldn’t be funnerBut some people hate it,the sore legs, and the screaming lungsbut no-one made them, no ones holding a gun.That’s why I love it,because I’m a lucky one, but not a chosen one.I’ve run from mountain to mountain,saying hello in an accent from outta townrarely receiving back a frownBecause I’m one of the lucky ones,asking my legs to exhaust themselvesI remember it’s a choice, to put them through hell.But I know I’m a lucky oneSome people out here a begging for food,I run for hours, because I’m in a good mood.This is a poem about being a runner,Something I think that couldn’t be funner.So when you think this practice is a chore,beware of the life around you so easily ignore.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 6th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Poem:Sundays are for snoozing,for lazing,for ignoring,for eating.Mine are for running,for devouring,for sunsetting,for planning.Your Sundays are sweet,and savoury,and sour,and subtle.Mine are rolling,and roaring,and ramshackle,and rambunctious.But sometimes,I want a Sunday that feels,boring,and slow,and cozy,and long.I want a Sunday that smells likecinnamon flavoured steel cut oats,a wet towel dried with yesterday’s scallops,hot chips and crunchy battered fish,And of course, lilac skies with gently perfumed cotton fleece.Yet, I had a Sunday,That ached and groaned,it sweated and stumbled,indulged and overindexed,and it burned,my bare skin.Sunday’s come quickly,and leave promptly.I just want a Sunday for snoozing.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 30th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**Latest Substack**Poem:The world doesn’t need words; it needs love.The world doesn’t need cars; it needs love.The world doesn’t need clothes, it needs love.The world doesn’t need skyscrapers; it needs love.The mountains don’t need footprints; they need love.The ocean doesn’t need boats; it needs love.The forests don’t need visitors; they need love.The deserts don’t need rockets; they need love.We don’t need anything new,We don’t need a golden glove,The answers exist with me and you,The answers are found with the gift of love.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 22nd, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest Substack: Launching Notes Running Team⁠⁠Poem:My heart whirs and errhhs,It dances and takes chances,it moves because I do,and it aches because I pushed it too far.My heart is a guide,just like the stars,and the winds,or a letter in the mail.My heart knows what's real and true,So I listen to the whirs and the errhhs.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 11th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest Substack: Launching Notes Running Team⁠Guest: Mikey KratzerPoem:I knew I’d find you he said,Shoulder by shoulder,Smile by smile, Step by step.We moved through an army of cheers,We split a city in half.We moved from heart,Too fast, too fast,Not again.I need to make a stop,you go,I go.I’m goingMy race.Your race.At the line,once again.I knew I’d find you here. 

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 9th, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem:I’m not sure how to do these things,the important things -love, life, learning.So I watch people,I watch the way they hold hands after dinner,I watch the way they move their arms on the way to work,I watch the way they grab a pen from their pocket.Still, I’m not sure how to do these things.the important things,love letters, journal entries, making a home.So I try my luckI try my luck to write all the words in my heart,I try my luck to describe my day, and its boring details,I try my luck by rearranging the couches in my home in seven different ways.But I’m still not sure how to do these things,The important things,like being embarrassed, having fun, and remembering a poem,But I put myself out there,I put myself out there on a stage that feels foreign,I put myself out there on the golden peak of a sunsrised mountain.I put myself out there between the pages of unusual books.After all of this,I’m not sure how to do these things.And I realise,Nobody really knows how to do these things.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 2nd, 2025A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠I'd like to acknowledge the Wurundjeri-willam people of the Kulin Nation as the Traditional Owners of the land on which this podcast is recorded, where I live, run, and work.I'd like to extend my respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait-Islander Peoples, past and present. Today, as I share my own stories, we pay homage to the tradition of storytelling cultivated by the world's oldest living culture.Poem:A tired brain has not much to say,moving slowly at the start of each day,little by little coming to wake,wasted time is the highest stake.A smile awry,turns to a smile at play,with a small walk,Opening the day's talk.A tired brain comes and goes,You mustn’t listen to it amongst the throes.