After a month of mayhem, I am finally getting a handle on my new routine. With three children starting different schools; writing unscheduled articles for magazines; filming youtube clips (coming soon to this channel!) and organising other work commitments – my days have been somewhat disorganised…
…and I loathe disorganisation!
But today I felt like I had finally got everything back on an even keel – so this morning I decided to make time to throw on some training shoes and get back into doing some exercise, as it seems my bottom has been widening by the hour.
So my BFF and I took a power walk along the boardwalk next to the beach. It seemed like a great day for it – partly cloudy, with just chinks of blue sky – perfect for a brisk walk and I was sweaty enough with my new-found burst of energy, without the sun beating down on me.
But so caught up in breathless conversation were we, that we failed to notice the charcoal grey sky that had crept up behind us, so it came as an amusing shock when we turned at our halfway point to go back.
Unfortunately, our car was at least half an hour away – but in true mad ‘I don’t want to get my hair wet’ girly fashion… we sprinted like lunatics, hopeful that we might make it.
Sure enough, within seconds we were being bombarded by raindrops the size of small ostrich eggs… followed shortly by one of Queensland’s famous torrential downpours. And by this time we could run no more, so for the next 29 minutes we walked, slightly less enthusiastically back to the car – dragging our soaking wet bodies along.
Of course, once we got back to the car… the sun came out, as if nothing had ever happened, leaving us looking like fools.
There is no moral to this story, but I have learned that I will probably wait till the dry season to walk any lengths again… and until then I will just stick to ZUMBA…
… But that’s a whole other story.