The Josh Lynott Project

Recorded: Wednesday, 21st of May, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠Guest: Michael Nitschkehttps://substack.com/@nittazhttps://www.sparc.com.au/staff/michael-nitschke

Recorded: Monday, 19th of May, 2025Location: Abbotsford, Victoria, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Poem:Spin yourself around in circles – the faster you move, the lighter you'll feel. If not in the body, you'll soon feel it in your head. Dizzy, even a little effervescent. Feelings, like air bubbles, rushing to the surface. I'm puzzled. The world seems to be spinning faster, but it doesn't feel any lighter. Is the gravity of Earth pulling down heavier? Is this what centripetal force from high school physics really feels like, or are my shoes just weighted? The world is dizzy. I'm sure we're meant to be dancing, fox-trotting, salsa-stepping, but I think we're pirouetting, on the same damn dime and spinning ourselves giddy till we run out of time.I look at the things around me that are meant to move slowly, like magazines, curtains, and the butterfly wings on the latte next to me… but instead, they're turned over left-right-left-right, pulled up before the sun and down after the moon, rung in on a bell, capped with a lid, and sent off for a photo to be sipped on through a screen.I think the world is seeing stars. Not rockstars, pop-stars, or even shooting stars. Perhaps, if you don't take a deep breath. Quick. Box-breathe, 4,3,2,1 - you might see them too.We became bored with being bored because it wasn't efficient enough. Now, I'm a little worried if boredom has become extinct. Will it be something we talk about, like the Tasmanian Tiger? - “Oh boredom, it went extinct in 2017.”I look at how we run ourselves in circles in conversations, communities, and countries. Of course, we're going to bump heads and fall. Look up, see the stars. Close your eyes a bit, look carefully.You saw what I saw?A star goes wild in the places beyond air — a dark star born of coldness and invisible. It hits the upper edges of our atmosphere and look! It is seen! It flames and arcs and dazzles. It goes out in ash and memory. But its after-image remains in our eyes to be looked at again and again.Stewart tells me.So I know there are stars, something true and real, but I found they don't look like galaxies, and the suns retired 3 billion years ago. They look like poems, and soft, narrow tracks below ancient trees. They look like a heavy head on a Sunday afternoon at 2 pm with a tea in hand. They look like adventures, and long dinners, and I'm sure they are dusty, like the book that's been staring at you for the last 17 months.So, I've found there are two ways to see the stars. You can spin yourself into orbit, or you can pull the handbrake and stop on the side of the road, letting the traffic pass you by.There's a space for you that sits beside noise.Stars still exist.

A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Poem:I wrote you,About all the sweet things,Rooftops in San Francisco,Golden gate Red against surfers blues,Gucci swatches and black sand beaches,Denim, embroidered, bleached, and teased.I wrote you,About style.It's in the eye, not the pocket. I wrote you,About pizza boxes, 26 inchesCovered in poems, in love notesWhat is not done with love,Is only illusion.And that's why I wrote you,To remind you of these things.Sweet things. 

Date: Tuesday 6th, May 
Location: Melbourne, Victoria 
A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Poem:if there is nothing to say,perhaps, I am empty.a bowl with no fruit,an ocean with no wavesI have been conditioned to overflowto pour honey in every mugaching to warm hands without glovesand find way to move light through crackssometimes there is nothing to saythe flowers don't need turningor bloomingthere is enough food on the tableand the bread,simply,needs time to rise.you forgetI forgetthe power of nothingof sayingof doingof feelingso if you have nothing to say,rejoice.sit with itcome again,and admire the empty fruit bowl.

Recorded: Monday 28th AprilLocation: The Westin Resort, Maui, HawaiiSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship programA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠

Recorded: Saturday, 19th of April, 2025Location: Toronto, CanadaA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.The Strength Sheet⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Guest: Victoria SekelyFind Victoria here!Instagram.

Recorded: April 10th, 2025.Location: El Nido, Palawan, PhilippinesGuest: Chris LiningerGUEST SPONSOR : EPIC EXPEDITIONSEpic Expeditions - Join an adventure here.P.s Let them know if you found them because of this podcast. I met Chris in Pakistan for two expeditions. The first one was Laila Peak, and the second was Snow Lake. Snow Lake was a wild time. It's the one expedition I recommend to all my adventurous friends. If you want to look into it further, check it out here.Poem by Josh Lynott: Titled Reminisce Under tropical shadows I still exist,a version of me that was true and real,someone care free, just as the breezeThe shadow tells me storiesand I listenYou once walked like thisYou once talked like thisYou once thought like thisSo I thinkWalking through the shadows feels the sameTalking under the shadows sounds the sameThinking under the shadows,feels         unfamiliar.I reminisce on someone I once wasI see them, but I do not know them. I reminisce.A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.

Date: April 2nd, 2025.Location: Manila, PhilippinesA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Buy Josh A Coffee and say thanks!Guest: Patrick Rubin @rubinpatrick_ @rwprunclub

Date: April 1st, 2025. Location: Manila, Philippines A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Poem: Stinging eyes,it must the cold, my hands agree.One small tear,escapes on the hour, every hour.Unusually red,a warning sign, do I listen?The breeze asksWhy are you so sensitive?Sunglasses on, no difference.Gloves on, coat zipped.Should have worn thermals.My eyes still sting.Left. Right.I'll go left, you go right.Two tears.Three tears.Cheek spasms.Face melting, unfurling.The burning behind my eyes disappear. It was never cold,It was missing you.My eyes missed you,before you even left.

Date: March 24th, 2025Location: Nosawa Onsen, JapanA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Surrender #1The trees choose not push through cement walls, growing over, and around, till the walls cannot take it any more,cracking.The light flows in,and the building becomes a castle,a masterpiece for it's breaking. A friendship gambles on sunlight,wishing, and playing, swinging anddancing, untilthe storm hits,only to find two heartsinsideplaying cards. trading aces.A mountain does not dare to break it's explorers,holding strong, holding weight,never moving, only whispering.Yet bones break, and souls wiltforgetting that trust is binding,and strength is found in release. so the mountain sighslaughing at thosewho didn't read the rules. Surrender #2Perfection is not what I ask of youYou do not need to go through this lifewithout scars, without ever falling.Every tumble is a question for the worldmeeting the earth with your hands,and your worries,and your fears, and your bones.And what will you do if they break? You do not pretend to be concerned,because the repair must have been destinedlong before you stepped on the mountain,or in front of the mirror. Meanwhile, perfection keeps you frozento a memory of yesterday,because elegance last a minuteand becomes fractured by the future.Perfection is dying to know what progress feels likeand how mother nature talks to it's lover,perfection is scared of beauty,because beauty has surrenderedto the aching, the breaking,the learning,the hurting,the trying, the testing,the loving,and the imperfection.

Recorded: 16th of March Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!Poem:You left the butter out to soften,but it was me who melted.On the side of the street in the yellow light,I could be swimming in honeydrowning in sweetnessThe bell peppers drytaste hotter at summers endbut it's no sweatnot with you.Breaking corn bread,pulling fish bones,holding hands,staying up late.All the whilethe butter on the bench topslowly softens,just as I do.day by day, i melt a little more.

Recorded March 10th. Location: Sea Lake, Victoria.

Recorded: February 22nd, 2024Location: Naarm/Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.Guest: Brit de Groot Brit's femme-identifying run club: Flow State Run Club.PODCAST PRODUCTION: HUNTER JACK PRODUCTIONSEditor/Colourist/Audio: Robert Hess and Hunter Griffin.Director: Hunter GriffinProducer: Hunter Griffin.Poem #1 by Brit de Groot:Did you have your phone?Did you tell someone where you were going?Or when you'd be back?Did you have your headphones in?What was the time of day?Was the path well lit?I just wanted to run free,to run without worry.why couldn't I do that?Why did the burden fall on me?Poem#2 by Josh Lynott - Switching sides.Switching sides, left right, left rightcar slowingslowerslowerslowereyes focused in,not on the oceannot on the moonlightheart racingda dum, da dumshe doesn't run from left to right,she doesn't run at night. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠This episode includes discussions around suicide and violence and contains strong language, which may be triggering for some listeners. We encourage you to seek help from a trusted source or professional if you need support.While this conversation primarily focuses on women's experiences, we recognise and affirm that these themes also apply to the broader LGBTIQA+ community. Our hope is that having these discussions will help create a space that is inclusive, respectful, safe and considerate of all lived experiences.Numbers:1800RESPECT Beyond Blue1300 22 4636Open 24/7Lifeline131 114Kids Helpline1800 551 800Suicide Call Back Service1300 659 467

Recorded: Monday 24th of February, 2024Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.My upcoming workshop: 5 Element WellnessA Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.The Strength Sheet⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!Poem:Turned up a little late,clock read four, and I thought it was 8.knocking tea over, glass shards below my bedthe floor mirrors up above, the feelings in my head.you pay to play, a fun game when it's hotthe day you cool down,quickly tying yourself in a knot.this is the place where rhyming goeswhen you move your legs but your arm throwsI'm clunky and out of timetired before 3 but staying up till tenrhythm lostit's okayit's okayit's okay.repetition will bring me back,until then,i'm a little late.

Date: 18th of FebruaryLocation: Pukehina, New ZealandSponsors:A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Upcoming: The Strength Sheet.Poem: It all goes so fast when it's over,trails feel softer when you're on concrete,a tree's lullaby nestles a home in a city scape,it all moves so fast when it's quiet.It hurts to break rules – only when you know themI never made the rulesso how can I follow themcould my heart beat faster, if I let it.could my legs ache less, if I askedcould my eyes blink slower, if I triedcould my mind please wander, if I showed it how. It's rained for days,and will rain many moreharry and the storm,swinging tiresand beach cliffsyou and meall there is to keep warm.I'll be on the plane soon,jammed in the can.two sardinestwo mackereltwo tunatwo legs.It all goes so fast, now that it's over.

Recorded on:10th of February, 2025Location:Melbourne, Victoria.Sponsors:A Note To The Runners:⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship!⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.I'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 create from.Poem:A Note to the Runners - (Fun first)This isn't the numbers, because I can't read themthis isn't about the numbers, because I can't feel them.This isn't about the distance, because it still comes back to numbers.so it must be something else,it must be something you can't tell me objectivelyit must be something you know,that I know,that we can sharewithout wordssomething you can see in my eyesomething that i'll notice on your armsand the back of your neckwhen your hair stands on endsomething that i'll see when you can't go any furthersomething that I'll know because your my friendI don't care to tell you the distance I've coveredI want to tell you if I had funif i felt alivethat's the only metric I'll ever care aboutbecause that's all I ever remember.

Recorded: 4th of February, 2025 Location: Blairgowrie, Victoria Sponsors: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here. Poem: JEFF. Would you talk to me for the sandals on my feet, or the two-paper cup, long black in hand? Some time ago, we shared the same stories ran the same trails, for the same reasons. Filling our shoes with sand, collecting heartbeats noticing the birdcalls, and rolling legs – down dirt hills. Did you talk to me because of the way I was sitting Or was it a look in my eye, one that you know long before, did you look at the world the same was you saw me do did you look at the world the same way she looked at me across the table. I'm learning the lessons you learned so long ago, and you'd do anything to be learning them again or would you? we talk about this at our dinner table. I hope you continue to talk to me, and the people at the wooden table long black in hand, crossiants in three paper bags. It's the very thing that makes me love the world these interactions do more work than gravity they hold us together, when everything wants to pull us apart. I'll tell those behind the counter about my time on the trails.

Recorded: Tuesday 28th of January 2025. Location: Melbourne, Victoria - JL HQ Sponsors: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here. Poem: What do you do when your inspiration becomes boring? when bright lights go grey, and big hitters, miss the ball? it all looks the same, green gone blue and back to green confusing me and you to be called cool, and then to cool down no longer hot, red or white, but blue, ready for the next shoe to roll in, roll around, and roll out. style comes and goes, but isn't that the ideal that style should stay and never go out of fashion but fashion moves in, and out faster than a removalist team and it's so far removed now that I no longer know what style is because it doesn't stay to drink tea with me instead it rings the door bell, peers through the intercom and gone, like the ghost I never held a look at so i'm bored because inspiration tried to mimic motivation instead it should have taken a, vacation read more books, fished with more hooks, but now we're all hungry and bored and tired. we're all tired.

Recorded: January 21st, 2025 Location: Naarm/ Melbourne. I could write you the most beautiful poem in the world, talking to you about the love I have for light blue skies lightly dusted in peach hues, or what it feels like to fall asleep smiling next to a love I adore, perhaps, I could use elegant words like halcyon and oeuvre, but I know this not to be beauty, not in the way the world wants me to talk about it. I could sit with you and tell you about the intricacies of the gardens and fruit trees that line my street, taking you on a journey, door to door, petal to petal, mulberry to pommegranet or simply, my favourite place to sit at 2pm on a sunday, paper in hand, and paintbrushes nearby. but I know this not to be beauty, not in the way that society wants me to talk about it. I've come to know that you, and I, are the closest thing there is. but it is not you who is beautiful, and it certainly not me. I am a bunch of dead skin, that rents space amongst stardust and you are from an old galaxy, that died long ago. but I know this not to be beauty not in the way that literature wants to talk about it. It can't be in the way you dress, and I wish it were so, but it is not found amongst the sky in the morning as much as I crave, it is not the way you talk to me oh to be true, no sweet hold of mine is synonymous with the word. and it leaves me to be, to wonder, and ruminate. If it is none of these things, nothing I can touch, or know, see, or be. Where must I go, to find something so beautiful beautiful is a thought, a space, a light, a feeling. something you and I cannot touch, we cannot reach for it, ask for it, simply, we can only nurture it. You will never see what I know to be beautiful, unless you know it within. so I will not write you a poem or send you a photo, or take you to my favourite place. I want to sit with you when the light turns on, when the feeling is present, and the space inside you cannot be broken for a moment. You will not know beauty, until you sit with it, inside.

Recorded: 12th of January, 2025 Location: The Ace Hotel, Sydney. Sponsors below: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Poem: "Suit up" Structured and cut without any soul, Hard to move, to dance, to feel Is this when I'm meant to look my best? Buttoned up, belted, and pushed in Where have I gone? the part of me that moves so easily it's hard to see especially when you can't remember any part of me. Keep looking around, ther' must be somewhere in this town, a place for you, that knows you, understands you, talks like you, makes you, feel like, you. the material talks to you, makes friends with your skin and beats in time with your heart. synchronicity is sweet when you land on both feet. You shouldn't be standing the way you are locked up, swirling, leaning half-smiling, give me anything, a laugh or something. So the best suit was the one you know it can't be bought, or taught it can't be sold. buy you will buy it, maybe you'll one day make it. what they're trying to sell you has no soul, and that's the worst thing in the world, you could ever buy.

Recorded: January 7th, 2025 Location: Blairgowrie, Victoria Sponsors: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here. The Tiny Thought Sheet. Poem: Page 25 from my book, A Note to the Runners.

A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here. Get The Tiny Thought Sheet Recorded: 31st December, 2024. Blairgowrie. Poem: My shoes sit by the door wandering when I'll wake up, the bird songs are a gentle alarm, my eyes puffy and swollen are not ready for the world, to drink coffee now or later, I can't be sure. it'll come to me when my run is done, I thank my shoes for waiting.

A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ POEM: Some things are sweet like you and me, like the last rose who sits out wide, like the honey jar from Greece in July. Some things are sour, like the bones in my feet at the tendons pulling hard like the weather in December, not true to form. Some things are hot, like my heart in the calendar so few hours for so many plans or like my legs in the summer sand, red and tanned. It's all sweet and it's all sour, yet I keep burning up from trying to cool down.

Recorded: Tuesday December 17th. Location: Adelaide, South Australia A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here. Poem: I remember you, the one with big dreams and a bigger heart, so wide eyed at the very start. You went to the edge, to the well, to the peak, all around, looking for some kind of spell. You went looking for magic, disappointed with the world, and the stories it had to tell, so you came back wandering dwelling, digging, hoping, crying. Little to find. So you did it yourself, you built the most beautiful thing you knew how, a letter to the world, full of notes, love, and something little you, would smile at it, as you take the bow. Hello to me to you, all those days ago, you went out there, and did the very thing, you said you were going to do.

Recorded: December 10th, Melbourne. I look around and I see a man out the front of the cafe in a pair of high-mileage running shoes and I think to myself “I wonder if he runs.” I walk the same street most mornings, always passing the same Mulberry tree to see if there are any ripe berries for me to pick. I smile at the woman who walks past it at the same time and say “We need to get a ladder, all the good ones are at the top.” It makes me think of the wild blackberries in Portugal and Tasmania and how they're the perfect ‘pick-me-up' when I'm on a long run. I put my music in and debate with myself if I should listen to the world around me or to a curated “chill-house-cloudy-morning” playlist. I conclude there is no right answer, there never really is. Most of the time, I'm out walking in my running shoes. If my shoes had feelings, I'm sure they'd smile when I went running I take them running. What about the days when running shoes were called “Sand shoes” or “Sneakers” or “Tennis shoes”? I never played tennis in my running shoes but now that I don't own tennis shoes, I suppose I'd have no other choice. Shredding the sole and tipping my tendons onto the edge of oblivion.  Every-time I see another runner across the street, I smile. I love to see people embrace an activity and a practice that I enjoy so much. I am so curious what there routine was before they left the house and what they said to their partner, house-mate, or pet when they returned home. A lot to think about and not much at all. Guest: Joe Westood Poem: "Results aren't everything, indeed they'd better not be because results always come later - and later is always too late."

Recorded: December 2nd, 2024 Location: Manly, NSW A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Poem: Doing too much, too soon. You ran yourself into the ground. instead of a long it, across it. If only you listened, to the part of you who wanted to move slow. You would be there by now, instead, you're running to catch up.

Recorded:  26th November, 2024 Location: Launceston, Tasmania Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Guest: Oliver Zafiridis Josh's Poem: Mostly, it comes back to space; sometimes, it's obvious to us, and rarely do we have enough of it. Space is a luxury, and often we need to make space to realise its importance. It comes in many different forms; physical space is the most tangible and easy to grasp. We think of our homes, bedrooms, workplaces, cafes, mountain tops, and city parks. They're easy to access (and easy to clutter). But we can go smaller, like the gap between our big toe and the top of our shoe. The space between our pumpkin and the top of the oven. What about the gap at the end of our bookshelf, do we jam one more book in? The spaciousness on the dash of an old car, before there were screens, and too many dials and buttons for heated seats - it was ornate and gave us enough. I could go on. However, I'm curious about the space that you create on your morning walk, or deep in writing practice, whilst cooking, running, anything that is counter-productive to a fast-paced world. To do all these things, takes up space - in your calendar, on a trail, in someone else's world. I want to know more about how it feels, and what it feels like when the walls of your mind crumble, when you don't have space. I wish I could tell you about the gift of space, when you set a dinner table, when you let someone else have theirs, when you see people breathe, because they had space. I like the space the different types of space, one tap of the spacebar, the return button, the tab, and my own. Mostly, it's clear to me we need more space. to give it, to create it, to sit with, to share. It's easy to do and create things that take up space, and harder to do things that make space. - JL

A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Recorded: November 18th, Adelaide, South Australia. The Poet's Lullaby. Who sings the poet to sleep, when the words don't stop dancing, amongst a mind too soft for the pillow, amongst a mind cut too sharp that couldn't wouldn't lay flat amongst the sheets of the navy sky. There must be a lullaby for the poet's mind, a bench to sit on behind closed eyelids, to let dreams play, unfurling and                                    recoiling, nightmaring, tip-    toeing wandering the liminal space between the subconscious mind and the future heart. Can the poet fall asleep tasting their own medicine listening to the music they composed toiling on the words that carved their foundations. a lullaby surely soothes the soul of the cracked heart pouring balm into the waterways that broke free, hoping to find love in other places when the world stopped singing Yet the poet, malnourished by a world lacking feeling starving for something real seeks out the silence that follows a whisper aching for a desert desiring one instant for time to freeze. Give the poet nothing, deprive them of everything and only then will you hear, the sweetest lullaby beacuse it was deprivation, that put the poet to sleep. A world of stimulation, killed the poet. and bled them dry, of every single word.

Recorded:  Tuesday 12th of November, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Poem: Only my friends know the colour On me Nuanced in the same way You can't tell the difference Between the pink of sunrise or sunset. Blush An asymmetry Between what I wanted the world to know And what it somehow knew already. I hoped for a soft announcement Of the subtle things I felt But I was too shy Blush My cheeks spoke in italics Sometimes, with an accent Mispronouncing words Maybe because they were nervous Or a little forgetful The more they spoke The fonts changed from italics to fuschia And became bold 14pt With hints of crimson and a late-day pink. They don't speak like this often, But sometimes I can see the underline Of questions We don't know the answers to.

Recorded:  Sunday November 2nd of September, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Poem by Josh Lynott You're obsessed with the wrongs things. You're obsessed with the wrong things. You're obsessed with what they want you to be. You're obssesed with the marketing, of who you could be, of what could you be, of the way you could be. But You're none of these things. You don't run like that. You don't dress like that. You don't talk like that. You don't even smile, like that. I wish you were honest, an obsessed with something true. Something real. Because if you were. Obsession wouldn't like like this. Obsession doesn't care what people think Obsessions knows craft, not opinions.

Recorded:  Thursday 16th of October, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠

Recorded: 16th of October Location: At The Above, Melbourne, AustraliaGuest: Dave Clark @spacebetween_ @attheabove Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Poem / Quote from Dave:  The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

Today's Guest: Maurica Diaz Arellano Curts You can find Mau here ➡️ https://www.instagram.com/maudac/ https://www.instagram.com/airelibre.earth/ A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠ ⁠⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Today's poem was from page 20 of my book "A Note to the Runners.

Co-hosted with Akash Patel from the Under Pressure podcast. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Poem: Brain Volume Turn the volume in my brain down, static crumbles against the pillow, glasses cracking, tipping, knocking my hands try to communicate to my brain, errors, swirling, spinning wheel of fatigue months and months tuned into the same channel direction north star, direction all in if you were to tip it all out, would you be happy with what you find in the pile I think so so now, here is my brain slow to move, slow to process missing questions and important statements just as the sky misses the lightning, striking to make a point striking to be heard short sharp details on a black canvas instead the cloud wraps around my brain not black, not white, not grey either my head is in the clouds now, not searching for turbulence just looking for the remote to turn down the volume on the wind, on the rain on the swirling on the thoughts. Listen to our previous chat here: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/josh-lynott-project/episodes/021-A-deep-dive-into-performing-under-pressure-with-Akash-Patel-e2a0r7h

A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Guest: Matt Higgins. Energy Exchange // Josh Lynott I crave the exchange of energy to move past with momentum, as you fall off, fall away running alone, kilometre after kilometre no body in sight, nobody. Without knowing, you volunteer yourself your position, your energy you hold it out for me to take, to work with it's the only thing that will keep me going when every part of my body is screaming As I move past, the thread you were holding onto thins, weakens, and stretches the very fibres of your being. Perhaps I may light a fire within you, but now it has to burn twice as hot as the one within me.

A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠⁠ ⁠⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Poem: "Forgetting and Knowing" Is there a difference between forgetting and knowing, you must know you forgot, or the thought would never be lost. We layer tile after tile building a roof on our mind, protecting it from the elements, and the harshness of memories that weather us like turbulent storms. Keeping us from the light on a sunny day, sheltering us from chaos when the winds turn. I don't think we forget, because we always know, somewhere within what we truly feel. Yet... we don't let it breathe, let it live let it expand. so we put tiles on our mind and pretend not to know and call it 'forgotten'. We don't forget, we simply protect ourselves from knowing, from feeling, pretending to be stone, instead of knowing the miracle of flowering and the beautiful act it is to knowingly live in seasons.

Recorded: Monday 16th of September Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT Poem: You put yourself in a corner, so dark that no-one could see you. So far away, no one could reach you. You ran there, willingly. Without a plan, with no preparation, for what was on the other side. Someone was waiting for you, unrecognisable, mask off, stripped to the core. I worry about the places you run to, because you're scared, because you're hurt, because you're not willing to stand still. And if there were no secrets, would you run to these places? there is somewhere brighter, someone lighter, I think you might like to meet. But if you don't go, may I ask you take a torch?

Recorded:  Monday 9th of September, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Poem / Prose: I'm arrogant. I'm arrogant and I'm not a purist. I go into most things backwards. I do everything thinking I can win because it shows me the fastest way to lose. If I'm going to lose, I don't want to lose slowly. It's just like sitting the table after dinner and learning the rules of a new card game. No-one listens till the game begins. We learn best by doing. Experience solidifies and accelerates knowledge in a way that theory could only dream of. So here I am sitting foolish and brash. So this week, I've been advised against. Against doing what's unconventional. Against doing what sells best. Against saying things that make it easier for others to understand. I'm trying to do things earlier than the timeline suggests. I'm trying to make urgency a friend yet not rush. I'm trying things simply to prove my own theories. And sometimes, I run hot, and it all blows up. Sometimes, I miss the mark, fall short, or end up lost. Sometimes, I end up laughing, other times crying. Often, I go to bed thinking what in the world am I doing. Often, I sit in the shower a little too long, wondering how it all come together. Often, I walk home calling friends hoping for the smallest drop of wisdom. So, here I am. A little arrogant, a little stubborn, and lacking a little convention. I'm not looking for perfect. I'm looking for what's on the other side of perfect, the mess that makes us a human. I think that's where I sit, trying to make something beautiful of it.

Recorded: Monday 2nd of September Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Little Lavender: There's a little piece of lavender on my bedside table.  It's been there nearly two weeks, and it makes me think of you. It makes me miss you. I didn't plan on picking lavender from my neighbours garden, but you found my hand.  I didn't plan on finding you, but you found my hand.  Until you return,  my little lavender will stay a while more. I won't pick any more lavender, not till you return. One hand for you, and one hand for another piece of little lavender.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠ https://www.anotetotherunners.com/store/p/poemsbyjoshualynott Thanks to Louis for dropping me to the airport. A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠⁠ https://www.anotetotherunners.com/store/p/poemsbyjoshualynott A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠ https://www.anotetotherunners.com/store/p/poemsbyjoshualynott A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

Pre order my book!: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Recorded: Tuesday 27th, August Location: Melbourne, Australia Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Poem: Remain invisible You wanted to remain invisible, so you never ran, never put yourself out in the world, worried about the eyes of traffic light corners and the stories people would tell about your red cheeks Running gave you no choice but to let your guard down, Running showed your imperfections to the world, imbalances of your stride, and the weaknesses you kept hidden You built yourself a container, pulling yourself away, and the world missed out Imperfections are the most beautiful thing we have left in this world, imperfections are the reason we run to nature, please, don't make yourself invisible.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠ A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠ A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today!⁠ A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott. A marathon. An Anthology. ( ( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner, author, poet, and photographer. Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry. A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands. 42.2 poems. Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

My book is available for pre-order: Order it today! A Note to the Runners by Joshua Lynott.A marathon. An Anthology.(( A Marathon Anthology )) Ultramarathon runner,author,poet,and photographer.Joshua Lynott is a poet and athlete from Melbourne, Australia. In 2018, he released his first book, Why Don't You? Thoughts Worth Thinking. His latest body of work brilliantly explores the intersection of his two great passions, running and poetry.A Note to the Runners is Joshua's first poetry book, a collection of poems exploring the nuances of loss, identity, triumph, commitment, friendship, and mindset only a runner truly understands.42.2 poems.Pre-orders will be posted in October and also come with a personalised note.

Drop your email today to be the first to pre-order "A Note to the Runners" by Joshua Lynott. https://www.anotetotherunners.com/ 42.2 poems. Launching October 4th, 2024. Watch this episode on Youtube: https://youtu.be/5kFru7aIzrE

Recorded: Sunday 16th, August Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT!⁠ Poem: Pressed flowers. Put me at a traffic light, make me wait for minutes on end. Lights flashing, heart racing. I need to slow down, we all do. Weeks stacked against each other. So I pressed flowers between the days, but instead they were, memories and smiles. The hours, we wished to pass quicker, are the ones I want to press. It made sense to me, a weekly doing, built confidence and watered the roots. It brushed the dust of the leaves, and helped us forget about the vortex we volunteer ourselves for. Journal prompt: What talent do you want to stack on top of your current skillset?

Recorded: Monday 12th of August, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Poem: I couldn't be sure what my greatest expression was. Running or poetry? Reducing a decade of work, into a singular expression, felt unfair. Narrowing a light, doesn't make the object shine brighter. It doesn't change the object, nor does it change the feeling towards it. Narrowing gives us focus, and sometimes clarity, and walls to play between. Parameters build side walls, and remove ceilings. I let running and poetry act as parameters, and in turn, they removed the ceiling of expression. To put a ceiling on expression, would destroy, numb, and reduce, all that we were put here to do. Express. Express something so true, that the side walls fall away, no longer able to hold the power, the fury, the energy, of something that needs to be said, something, that must be felt. Journal prompt: Who do you need in your team to help you maintain sustainability within your physical and creative practices? ⁠

Recorded: Tuesday 6th of August, 2024 Location: Melbourne, Australia Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Poem: Monday morning pumpernickel, forest fire lingers in thread of my sweater, Mary Oliver sits by the windowsill and the sheep, wander in, wander out. The pumpernickel flavours Monday, so I won't forget it. So I won't leave the forest, wondering, what life tasted like. Every part of my life, can be remembered by mouthfuls and bites into the unknown, this week I'll remember pumpernickel.