In the zone

There was an undeniable spring in my step today. The boys slept beautifully last night and I managed more hours than average myself. The sun shining, the sky crystal clear. I felt good. Determined to get amongst it all, I hit the training circuit early. I am exercising so infrequently at the moment, that when I do get a chance and feel as enthusiastic as I did today, I go for broke. And today, I achieved a personal best.


14 laps (or 7km) in soft sand, on magnificent Coogee Beach. My goal was to complete 8 laps. When I reached my target, I still had energy in reserve and alot more to give. I decided to push to 10 laps. Knowing this would force me to work through the dreaded pain barrier. After 10, I convinced myself a couple more couldn't hurt. Then on the dash to 12, I proposed if I could just make it to 14 laps, that would be 7km. Exactly half the distance of the City to Surf, of which I'm in some kind of haphazard training for. 7km. In soft sand. By the home stretch on lap 14, I began to feel physically ill. It was definitely time to pull up stumps. But I did it. I am pleased. Tired. Stiff. Sore. And probably going to regret that personal best for the next couple of days.


What a perfect Winter's afternoon for games in the park. Scott and I, although worn out from our independent training sessions, mustered enough energy to run both boys ragged. Kicking, tackling, throwing, chasing, rolling, crawling... and plenty of hysterical laughter. These moments are among the highlights of my weeks. Just the four of us. No restrictions. No time limits. No pressure. Nowhere to be. Yes, today I had a definite spring in my step and I made the most of every single stride.