Where has this week gone? It’s gone in a fuzzy speed of light sort of blurr, that’s where!
Most of this last week saw the Unsporty Woman in Tasmania’s capital city of Hobart.
Ahh Hobart, the city of many epic runs in the life of the Unsporty Woman, the least of which is Point to Pinnacle. I do love Hobart. Historic, gorgeous waterfront, quaint and vibrant bars and restaurants, but this time my reason for being there was for three solid days of work meetings. (Hobart is a 3.5 hour drive from the farm).
I chose a hotel close to the waterfront that has an awesome gym and swimming pool.
Day one saw me in the gym plodding my way through a tabata workout that dedicated a third to arms, a third to legs and the last third to core strength. Every bit of me ached the next day! So good.
Day two was a therapeutic run through the streets of Hobart. At first I thought I’d run up through the first third of the P2P course. But then, on my own, I got a bit timid. It’s still quite dark by 6:30pm and that’s the time I would be running until. Then I thought I’d run with a local running group that casual runners can join any time. Mmmm What if I’m too slow? What if I have a coughing fit? I decided to run on my own.
The run was balm to my soul.
A day of talking? A day of new directions to get my head around? A day of work strategic plans? My brain hurt! My body was weary from too much thinking!
I ran. I ran and ran and I ran. Balm to my soul!
Pauly often comes with me when I come to these three day meetings. He works for himself and rarely takes time off so every so often he makes up for it by taking a few days off in a row by coming away with me. But not this time. It’s the calving season with 600 calves due over the next few weeks, it’s hectic and the work days are long. In fact today I was in my gumboots feeding calves just to help out and to give the chaps a bit of a hand.
When I have to go to Hobart for work and leave my beloved Pauly at home I try and accentuate the positive. It’s all about making lemonade out of lemons.
This is how I made lemonade…
- I had dinner one night with a much loved friend and colleague. Over good food and wine we shared our news and solved all the organisation’s problems. Honestly I don’t know why our bosses don’t make us in charge! Hehe
- One morning I had breakfast with another much loved friend who worked alongside me in a different agency years ago. We shared news and generally chilled and chatted.
- The last night there was a big dinner on for all my colleagues but I decided to run instead. I ran. Then I had the most amazing dinner at my favourite seafood restaurant. Then went back to the hotel with the intention of having one more glass of wine and a chill in the very relaxing bar (still in my running gear). As it turned out a colleague was also having a chill so we sat together and had a good old chat as well as several glasses of wine. We didn’t really know each other before, she’s quite new to the organisation but now I do AND she’s a runner! Guess what we discussed?
I don’t really enjoy the work meetings. I love many of my colleagues and value them highly but I hate being away from my Pauly. So what do I do? I make lemonade out of lemons and try to accentuate the positive. Oh and the king-sized bed was awesome. I swear I could sleep in it for at least three weeks without changing the sheets. One week on the left. One week in the middle. One week on the right! AND for three days I didn’t have to do any housework or farm work! Now that’s the sweetest lemonade!
Happy running 🙂