Well it’s been almost two weeks since my grand trip to Australia and I expected to return to feral children and a house I wouldn’t recognise. Now that’s no reflection on my wonderful husband but let’s face it nobody can really do a mother’s job. But to genuine my surprise, my lovely girls were in great shape and my house was spotless, showcase material. Joe assures me he didn’t pay anyone. I don’t know whether to smile about it or cry about it. That said, my body and mind are almost in sync and life goes back to normal.
While I was down under doing the family thing, there really wasn’t a lot of training going on to be honest, lots of going out, drinking, socialising, catching up with people I haven’t seen for years, introducing Joshua to family was grand and spending quality time with Dad was the best. Several things got in the way of training like really bad storms, cyclones, floods all sorts of forces against you. I even tried going swimming, but you could say that didn’t go according to plan.
Here we were Joshua and I splashing in the pool just getting started and Joshua said “look Mommy, a frog” as I got closer I discovered that the frog was indeed a huge water scorpion not to be messed with. They aren’t poisonous but their claws can nip your toe clean off! I didn’t need any more convincing that swimming was not a good idea. To top off our experience of outdoor swimming there also were poisonous toads jumping about, and I don’t even want to tell you about the snake story because you really won’t believe me. Joshua fell in love with the kangaroos however ….
Back in England and training has started up again in the form of walking on week-ends much to my children’s horror. It’s rather comical, as all three chant “We’re not going walking again!” and me saying “Oh it will be fun, lots of rocks to climb”, while Joe’s rolling his eyes thinking to himself “Here we go again”. Bless, they have been brilliant but five months of walking is starting to get to them and we still have several weeks to go. Joe was of the opinion that going to the gym would be of greater value to me rather then just walking out and about. His way of saying, “I too don’t want to walk anymore”. So off he went and bought me a membership at my local gym. How thoughtful, I get the training and he and the children get some peace. So now I also go to the gym but my experience of my induction was rather different from Neil’s. My instructor was very gentle with me and very helpful and after my induction was finished (15 minutes) I did an hour of the treadmill and steps combined while several well fit men pumped weights. If that’s not incentive enough to go back I don’t know what is.
do do do...Savannah road trip is a dream :) ~-~
hope to visit it soon thanks for picture :) like it!!!
Posted by: barefoot shoes | June 07, 2011 at 08:15 AM