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Perth to Brisbane / 16 May to 17 September 2015

I crossed Australia to prove that ordinary people can attempt extraordinary things.

For twenty years, I thought goals were pointless. Hearts Across Australia grew out of the personal journey that changed my mindset, my health, and what I believed was possible.

The origin

The mindset change that made the crossing possible.

For more than twenty years, I believed there was no point setting goals because life would kick them out from under me. Worse than that, life kept giving me evidence that the belief was true.

Back in the days of "no more mr fat guy", that started to change. Running, writing, Sunday long runs, early mornings, and eventually my first marathon gave me a different kind of evidence.

Hearts Across Australia grew out of that personal journey. It was my way of making belief visible after my own life had been changed by allowing myself to believe something impossible might be possible.

no more mr fat guy

The first public proof that change was possible, one run and one post at a time.

Before the start line

Four ultras, walk-to-work sessions, back-to-back days, and one final rehearsal from Bunbury back to Perth.

The crossing

Perth to Brisbane became the lived test: logistics, pain, strangers, weather, and kilometres.

Before the start line

The journey started long before I left Canning River parkrun.

Day One can look like the clean beginning. It was not. The beginning was messier and more useful than that: the moment I said the Perth to Brisbane idea out loud, then had to become the person who could actually attempt it.

Through late 2013, 2014, and the final months before departure, training stopped being about normal race goals and became a rehearsal for the life I was about to live for the next four months.

By the time Hearts Across Australia officially began, the story was no longer just "I had an idea and left." It was "I had an idea, trained inside it for months, and arrived at the start already changed by the attempt."

The walk

Belief became action one day at a time.

The crossing became real in the ordinary details: mornings, sore feet, wrong turns, support crew calls, small meals, big signs, amazing memories, and the slow proof that the distance was actually shrinking.

Gary smiling on the Railway Reserve Heritage Trail during the second day of Hearts Across Australia
Day 2 / Kep Track Still close enough to Perth to smile at the camera, already far enough for the idea to feel real.
05:09 / Day One

"Today is that day."

The story begins before sunrise, with belief becoming public and the first 52 kilometres making the impossible measurable.

First two weeks

Learning to walk again.

My feet hurt, we took more rest days than planned, and Markus helped line up Julie's painful, brilliant Southern Cross massage.

Kalgoorlie to Ceduna

My Rivendell, then the wilderness.

Kalgoorlie arrived with Allison's support, Rydges rooms, and a hotel finish line. After Norseman, the Nullarbor was mine.

Adelaide onwards

The journey got busier.

After Adelaide, capital cities were closer, the journey became more about everyone, and Brisbane became "155 parkruns to go".

The water pipeline running beside open paddocks under a dramatic sky on Day 3
Week 01 / massive skies
A Hearts Across Australia road scene from week two
Week 02 / goldfields distance
Open bitumen of the Eyre Highway stretching east through bushland on the first day out of Norseman
Week 03 / toward the Nullarbor

Where to begin

The story starts in the days before I left Perth.

Before departure

Before the start line

The long build and the last few days before Canning River parkrun: the training, the rehearsals, the jokes, the campervan, the birthday, and the feeling that the idea was about to become physical.

Day One

Today Is The Day

The public start began at Canning River parkrun. The private start began earlier, in bed, with fear, doubt, and the simple truth that I really wanted to do the thing.

Wheatbelt

The Long Push To Merredin

The early days stopped being symbolic and started being practical: sore feet, food, night movement, support-crew decisions, and returning to the previous finish point so the crossing had no gaps.

Southern Cross

Southern Cross Was A Rest Day, Sort Of

The first rest days were not neat little pauses. They were body maintenance, help from good people, and the kind of painful massage that let me keep moving.

Kalgoorlie

A Finish Line At Rivendell

Kalgoorlie was not the finish, but it felt like the first proper arrival: local runners, media, donated rooms, and a finish line waiting at Rydges.

What comes next

The walk is finished. The work of making it useful is not.

Keep telling the whole story properly.

I want to give the crossing the space it deserves: the change before it, the fear at the start, the hard days, the funny bits, the people who carried it, and what I can only understand now.

Heart health

The cause that found its place in the story.

Hearts Across Australia started as a personal demonstration of belief. It soon became connected to the Heart Foundation, and that made sense because heart health was already part of my own story.

If the story nudges you to support their work, you can donate directly through the Heart Foundation.

The broader roll call of people and places who made HAA possible now lives on the Sponsors & Supporters page.

Donate through the Heart Foundation

The north star

I believe there is more inside all of us than we think. Sometimes the only way to prove it is to stop waiting, take the first step, and find out.