Healthy Body, Healthy Relationship

I admit it. I am one of those freaks of nature that thrive on exercise. Hate me now. Cycling, ball sport, swimming, I enjoy all of it - the feeling of pushing my body to the max. But it doesn’t mean I don’t struggle with motivation from time to time. There are mornings that getting out of bed to hit the bike or tie up my runners is about as appealing as walking home in the rain because you have run out of petrol. There is no hour less that offers less motivation than 4 AM.

In a rude awakening to what was part of my New Years resolution I found myself facing this hour in a sleep-deprived haze a couple of weekends back.  The moment when the reality of taking on an enormous task hits you is never pleasant. That feeling of dread that slowly rises up from your stomach and threatens to disable every bone of ambition in your body. I had entered my first individual triathlon in two and a half years - Race Four of the QLD Gatorade Triathlon Series.

The Year of Love and Heartbreak

A couple of nights ago I had a really great night. Not because anything particularly exciting happened but because it was just one of the evenings when it was great to be alive.

Monday was a really hot day. The type of hot where this Tasmanian could have very easily decided the only thing to do was lie under the full force of the air con and wallow in self-pity. My black and white baby however had her heart set on a walk. Puppy eyes win every time. I stripped down to what I deemed the bare minimum of clothing required to be walking the dog and stepped outside. I am so glad I did. The rivers edge was abuzz with people making the most of the cooler part of the day. The heat-hazed sky was a palette of pastels that faded into dusk as we walked. The full moon then appeared casting its light across the calm river. This stunning evening was an eerie contrast to the same day one year prior.