Just back from my 15km run as it so happens, Polly. It took me two and a half years, the majority of it done with a skinful and on a full stomach, but my kicking was pinpoint, lace out and centimetre perfect, albeit it was pitch black and I wasn't aiming at anything in particular - a sentiment shared no doubt when Brad runs towards the forward 50 and tries to make sense of the forward movements ahead of him (if any) and then remembering, that voice like Ernie from Sesame Street niggling in his head, the Boss's mantra about kicking backwards, sideways and inside out.