The Josh Lynott Project

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.