Two days ago, we stopped off in Yass on the way to Sydney. I hate car time, so I was cranky, but the Big Year lectured me, “get those kilometers,” and I laced up to lurch down the main street. Yass Gorge killed me (and scrunched a calf muscle) with its hills but a meandering to-and-fro ramble was memorable. A budding photographer even asked to snap me! The 6:50 pace was almost laughable but my reward, a kind of “Big Year glow,” stuck with me.