In an attempt to resurrect our former “walking” week, DH and I cajoled each other into a 5km jaunt last night. He runs, I “power walk” (a.k.a. walk jolly quickly) – that said somehow the last six weeks skidded into obscurity without any tar pounding, shameful 😉
So on a night strongly reminiscent of Wuthering Heights (heavy mist, breezy and deathly still) we laced up (thank you Nike) and headed out. Passing the local community/civic centre we noticed a fruit salad of cars in situ. The occupants looked to be vociferously participating in a game of indoor jukskei– a harbinger of the incongruities around the corner and up the hill.
Passing the half way point, a small dark shape caught my eye (which was surprising in itself with half the blinking street lights out of order – I know you’re supposed to report the pole number but who has pen & paper to hand while sweating your way up hill and down dale). Expecting a wandering cat to skedaddle off into the shadows, I was surprised to find that the cat was hopping remarkably like a rabbit. Yes indeed, a black rabbit crossed my path and vanished into an adjacent garden (which I sincerely hope was it’s home and not the snoozing spot of ravenous rottweilers) – a black cat usually means bad luck I think, maybe a black rabbit means winning the lotto!
It had momentarily slipped my mind that things happen in threes and convinced that the last hill home would be mundane the presence of two snuggling cars parked on the verge didn’t even engender a jolt until I glanced in the car (it was red you see). The driver of the white truck was snuggling as well – with the driver of the red Audi! I’m guessing boy/girl – didn’t stop to investigate further. Surely in this day and age there must be a better place to canoodle than the side of the road? Or maybe I’m just an old married bat with no sense of adventure – hell I hope not! DH pressed a dodgy button on his watch so our time disappaeared into a digital netherworld but at least the hams got a work-out.
Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
“Ride,” Pleasure said:
“Walk,” Joy replied.
PS More practice pictures – will be trying my hand at birds tomorrow I think, hope the little blighters are prepared to pose 😉
Snapped out of the passenger seat with trusty cellphone (nokia something or the other) while out and about over the weekend. Skies full of promise and not a drop of rain – it’s so dry you can literally feel the life evaporating out of all and sundry. It’s been really oppressive in our part of the world – almost as though you’re moving in a primeval ooze, in truth summer is not my favourite time of the year. Bring on the crispness of autumn and the bite of winter.
We continue to walk twice a week and as much as it pains me to admit it’s incredibly therapeutic. Getting going is the biggest hurdle to overcome, especially after a crap work day. We are fortunate to live in a “green belt” with lots of trees, a valley or two and a smattering of quietish roads to pound and once the initial shock has worn off of actually having to exercise your lungs for some other reason than yelling obscenities there is a certain rhythm to the whole process which helps to clear your head. The sound of the wind through a family of pine trees, teeny tiny bats of some description swooping through the rays of a waning sun, even the incredulous glances of passing motorists as they roar off to some incredibly important destination makes for a rich 45 minutes.
After a trying work day (think regulatory reports: pages and pages and pages of boring drivel), I had a plan. Baking – yes I know the stuff to cause a weather phenomenon of epic proportions, mainly because I haven’t wielded a whisk in #$%^& months. Creative, homely, inspiring – all that good house wifely type stuff.
Well that was the plan and then my computer beeped – a skype from DH ” It’s such a glorious evening lets go for a walk.” For clarity when DH and I talk walk it should be understood that it’s not a stroll, it’s heart pumping sweat inducing exercise. So *vigorously polishing my halo* I can report that we walked (5km) and it was fabulous. Dry, cool and a sky that would have had the angels singing with its clarity after all the rain.
It did mean that dinner got shifted waayyyy out and there was much muttering over the salad making at 8pm but still “the things you do for love” and the baking, well …. tonight’s the night and I’m trying a “farm style bread”, hold on to your hats and your brollies!