The Josh Lynott Project

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. 

BONUS.

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.

Date: 18th of November, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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 Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Guest: Ben ClementFind him at: Good Sport Studio & Good Sport MagazineBen Run's at: AM.PM.RCBen's Poem:Please bring strange things.Please come bringing new things.Let very old things come into your hands.Let what you do not know come into your eyes.Let desert sand harden your feet.Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.Let the paths of your fingertips be your mapsAnd the ways you go be the lines of your palms.Let there be deep snow in your inbreathingAnd your outbreath be the shining of ice.May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.May your soul be at home where there are no houses.Walk carefully, well-loved one,Walk mindfully, well-loved one,Walk fearlessly, well-loved one.Return with us, return to us,Be always coming home.”― Ursula K. Le GuinJosh's Poem:If we were to run like flowers,Perhaps we'd bloom like flowers,We'd work with the wind,Embrace the rain,Move slowly in the sun,And tread lightly as we run.

Recording date: 12th of November, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaGuest: Charlie PaulyA 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, drop your email.Poem:I couldn't hear my thoughts,my heart beat drowned in the crowd,breathe in, breathe outcome back to your arms,eyes on the road,What do you remember running to be?The crowd lifted me,guided me, and carried me,But when it all fell quiet,I returned to myself,A practice, and a love.There is no noises sweeterthan my own footsteps.

Date: 11th of November, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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:Running is a compassYou will be lost on a GPSbut only ever guidedtruly, by your own heartthe magnets of alignment are burried within You mustn't let them gather dust,That will be your greatest sin.

Recorded live in NY, November 1st,2025.From Radio Bakery, NYC.Guest: Tom Reynolds.

Date: 24th of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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 SubstackINTO CARRYPoem:I look at the egg shells in my sink,thinking about the mundanity of life,It rains the next day,and it makes me feel alive.Too many sunny days,they all start feeling the same.A switch up,dirt in my eyes,everyone’s tensing their shouldersrelax,it’s just rain.It’s just rain.I ride home,smiling.I’m alive.I’m alive.Happy for the egg shells in my sink.

Date: 21st of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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:They gave me shivers when I was ten,Muhammad Ali from an inkjet, stapled for my friendsThey were homework when I was 12,holidays in Indonesia, and air-conditioned hotel roomsThey were letters on a plane at fifteen,interstate trips following an early dreamThey were handmade paper journals at 18,under tables and banana trees in Vietnam.They were songs and camera settings at 19,sliding door moments, and entry passes to new worlds.They were test results and doctor’s certificates at 21,university wasn’t for me, try again.They were scribbles in Russian, Norwegian, and Swedishby travellers and lovers from worlds away.They were race times and mountain ridgelines at 23,I found a world that I wanted to be a part of.They were global certificates at 25,I could leave the countr,y but I couldn’t return.They were books and poems at 27,you’re not coming, this is all I have.They were advertisements and commercials at 28,my career changed again, I’m getting better.They were “I love yous” and “I miss yous” at 29,something I waited patiently for.They might be plans and dreams when I turn 30,I hope they’re clear and sharp and full of life.Words have always been there,at every point of my life

Date: 14th of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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:A year ago:You wouldn’t believe me,but the skies did.You wouldn’t listen to me,but the trees did.You wouldn’t wait for me,but the breeze did.You wouldn’t ask for me,but the birds did.You wouldn’t cherish me,but the rivers did.You wouldn’t lay with me,but the sunrise did.You wouldn’t ask for me,but the rain did.You wouldn’t make space for me,but the mountains did.You wouldn’t write to me,but the flowers did.when I wished to the sky.when I ran through the trees.when I ran wild in the breezewhen I whistled to the birds.when I laid my soul out on the river beds.When I was up early before sunrise.When I walked slowly through the rainWhen I hummed in the mountainsWhen I held wild flowers loosely.I didn’t believe me.Nature never declined me.

Date: 7th of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA 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