a new norm

I haven’t done any exercise since Tuesday morning and already, 48 hours later, I’m feeling stiff and sedentary. It’s fantastic how quickly my body has adapted to the increased levels of activity. So much so that it tells me when it’s missing out. It’s a whole lot easier to get into the right mindset to pick up the bike or find time to go to a class when it’s my body telling my brain to get with the program, rather than the other way around.

I’ve brought my gym clothes to work and will do everything I can (barring personally controlling the freeway traffic – grrrrr!) to get to a spin class on the way home. My body will thank me for it.

It’s been a busy couple of days. On Tuesday night hubby and went to the pictures to see “Love the Beast”. It’s a movie-length documentary about the love affair Eric Bana has with his car.... no, come back, don’t run away – it’s actually really good – honestly! If you’ve ever had to put up with a loved one’s obsession for some crazy hobby that consumes all their time and makes very little sense to anyone but him/her and their similarly crazy-minded friends, then this movie may just make sense of it all for you. I think I’ve always had a pretty good understanding of my Mister’s all-consuming engine adoration, what I hadn’t fully appreciated was just how emotionally attached I’ve also become to his car (pictured here) too.

And not forgetting his motorbike either. I’m certainly not forgetting it for one minute. It’s a race against time for me to get under 100kg (our self-set safety limit for pillion riding) before the summer weather has completely abandoned us and the bike remains garaged for another winter. Can’t wait to feel that buzz again.

Last night was photo school, another location practical - Melbourne at night – I’m getting the hang of this but it’s slow progress. My best shots are always the ones where teacher’s told me the exact settings to put the camera on, it’s going to take a while before I master it for myself. Practice practice practice.

Righto - back to work. Why can’t work ever be as fun as writing or reading blogs? How do I get a job like that?

pics from last night