Yesterday was freezing. When will winter end?
Adam and I have been running together for a few weeks now,
Adams been running for 2 years, he has pushed himself, proven to himself that
he can conquer his goals and push his limits and run marathons.
Recently, he's
taken me into his world of running. Percentage wise, I should call it walking.
But I do run. The time we spend together weaving our way through the bridleways
he uses as a warm up. But its a start for me. I have done more exercise in the
last week than I have done in the last 10 years put together.
Anyway, yesterday was freezing, so we set off at a bit of a run to
warm ourselves through, it must have been about 2 degrees. I ran consistently
more yesterday than I have yet. It was amazing, as a non-runner, I had actually
convinced myself that I wasn't a runner, I couldn't be a runner and would never be able to do it, but I
did and I can. I felt strong and fast and free.
When we finished our 2km, Adam came home with me, he got his
gloves and the iPod. I settled into the couch for an afternoon by the fire. Our
house isn't the warmest, so the fire is always appreciated.
About 2 hours or so after we got back, we were bored. Not lazy
bored, or ungrateful bored, just frustrated. We both have plenty of activities
to occupy ourselves with, I sew and love to read, Adam is studying fitness and
loves to exercise.
But we had both hit a wall. Even though yesterday was
Thursday, it was our Sunday afternoon. Sunday's offer a chance to reflect on
the week and weekend. What have we done, how much have we achieved, are we
content, what will the next week bring?
I was comfy on the couch with my handmade quilt and hot water
bottle, I picked up my diary, which has been scarcely used in the past 2 and a
half years and decided to write for 45 minutes and see what flowed.
For a long
time I have thought about writing my journey into a story, but the task feels
too enormous. Where do I start? Day one? Whats day one? The day I left
Melbourne? Or before that when I bought my ticket? Or when I was too hungover
to go to work and lay on the couch and watch Eat Pray Love? When I was accepted
to go on the study tour to Ireland? What will fill the first page or chapter or
book even, I've been gone almost 4 years.
As I was writing, I was conscious that I hadn't written much since
meeting Adam 2 and a half years ago, so I started writing all our experiences
into dot points, I filled 3 pages of the diary with dot points and it made for
a wonderful afternoon of reminiscing.
Here's a few.. Maybe these will become blog posts in the coming months?
- Our first time to Scotland together
- Living in Nice
- Running away to Czech, and staying with Adam's family for 5 weeks
- Flying to Melbourne
- Living in Bettina and Steves shed for 2 months
- Seeing a whale in Bass Strait
- Moving to New Zealand
- Buying our 1988 Nissan Bluebird
- Living in Rotorua
- Our Cat
- GoRaw at the night market every Thursday
- Zippys Cafe
- Adam planting trees
- Making life changing decisions in the Redwoods in Rotorua
- Packing up everything we own after 11 months into our little car
- Selling our car for a profit
- Furneaux lodge and the orcas
- Adams parents and my mum travelling around Victoria
- The extreme heat in Moravia and the amazing steak.
- Buying a car in Czech and driving the long way (no freeways) to France
- Domiaine de Pine
- The enormous thunder and lightning storm in northern Spain when we were camping in our little compact tent (and hiding in the car for 2 hours til it passed)
I hope these will one day be explained in a book. (The photo above is Adam with our little kitty Gato in Rotorua New Zealand)
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