For the past three weeks it’s been raining a lot. Incessantly. More often than not. Raining, pouring AND flooding, yes, there’s been a lot of that too. I mustn’t forget the wild wind, snow or electrical storms either. Halfway through the month we have already exceeded the maximum recorded rainfall for August in the last 20 years! In three weeks we’ve had 260ml right here in our farm rain gage. Yes, it’s been wildly wet and stormy!
Ask anyone in northern Tasmania about the weather and they will tell you that they are over it!
We certainly are. It’s more than wet washing and cancelled runs, it’s we are running out of good places to put the mummy cows who are about to give birth. Two times now the beloved driveway has had to have major and expensive surgery in the form of layer upon layer of extra gravel just to keep it passable (the constant rain is turning it to mush). On Sunday two stretches were under water! And let’s not talk about the mud – it’s everywhere.
Oh, and don’t ask about Husband’s mood. He’s out in it from before dawn until after dark. It’s 8pm right now and he’s somewhere on the dark wet farm being mid-wife. Dinner is waiting, prepared and ready to cook on his return.
What have I got to complain about? I haven’t missed any runs. Due to flooding I’ve had to turn around several times and do loops but that isn’t a drama. Feeding calves is in a shed AND so far I’ve only been called on twice to help. I sit in an office, drive my warm car, the wood pile is huge so the fire is keeping the house toasty and I have a tumble drier – the weather shouldn’t be bothering me that much. But it is. I’m concerned about Husband, the chaps who work here, the people on the roads, the cows… it’s really getting me down.
Today I got home feeling sad and just miserable. I didn’t want to drive out in this weather again so for the first time EVER I didn’t go to bootcamp for any good reason. I stayed home, moped and had a cat nap on the couch straight after work.
Fortunately I have a very good working relationship with my bootstraps. I gave them a yank and found myself going into automatic mode. I got out my tabata app, some weights and tabata sheets. I worked my way through squats, planks of different varieties, reach-arounds, crunches, star jumps, lunges, wall sits, and did some weights with my trusty power-bar… but no burpees or pushups tonight. 45 minutes later I’ve gone from glum and sad to content and calm. Exercise, I love you! How can you make grumpy me into content me in just 45 minutes? You are amazing dear exercise.
It’s still raining. All the farm problems are still here. Husband, the mid-wife, is still out with a young heifer who is calving in this nasty weather. Nothing has changed but my attitude has been rebooted by 45 minutes of muscle burning exercise.
Happy running 🙂
PS If you would like to know more about tabata workouts I’ve written about it in a post called Taupo Tabata.
PPS Husband is back, THREE baby moos cows arrived safe and sound (that brings the total to about 60 calves so far) – not sure if they are heifers or bulls, the midwife made sure they arrived safely then hurried home for dinner and to get out of the rain.