Yesterday Pauly and I marked our 7th Wedding Anniversary. The day before our anniversary we ran the Great Ocean Road Marathon.
Pauly has taught me many things. I can wind out electric fences. I can drive quad bikes. I can milk cows. I can raise calves. Overalls and gumboots is actually quite a good look on me.
And I have learnt to run.
All thanks to my husband.
We are currently facing THE biggest hurdles on the farm that we’ve ever faced, all thanks to a terrible (and unforeseen) drop in the milk price; dropped on us just last week, quite out of the blue. Many dairy farmers over Australia are on suicide watch. Others are counting the cost of the latest hit in the guts and are wondering if they are going to be able to hold on to this farming way of life. It’s a great big mess. And way more than I will write about here. The two major milk companies that most Australian dairy farmers supply (Fonterra and Murray Goulburn) have gone and done some terrible things without any notice or warning. And there is way more to it. It’s a great big infected mess.
Couple this with some issues that we’ve been facing since my birthday and the day before my eldest daughter’s wedding back in November – let’s just say life isn’t a bed of roses. We wonder how long we can hang on doing this farming thing. I’ve learnt a lot being a farmer’s wife. Some tragic things I’ve learnt is that not everyone who works alongside farmers know the full meaning of the concepts of honesty and integrity and that of a person’s word being their word without selective memory. I’ve also learnt that the people who are at the very top of the food-producing chain are the ones who get the smallest cut in the equation.
Bring on running. There’ve been many times over the last few months where I’ve wanted to axe our marathon plans for 2016. There are just too many unknowns to go throwing in marathon training as well. And to date we haven’t managed to run one single marathon without some kind of headache brewing – I wonder what it’s like to run a marathon without major worries?
What I have learnt is that running brings precious relief to the stress and worry. Running puts a wonderful perspective on life and gives Pauly and I something to look forward to that isn’t one iota about farming. Running brings us together and is a safe topic of conversation when our hearts are heavy and weary. And as for the support of our running friends? Running angels is a way better description.
Running really is more than a sport or a pastime of an activity. It is a great big wonderful awesome power that through sweat enables us to see the wood for the trees and exactly what’s important in life.
Sigh. Thank you running!
Here are the photos.
Thanks to a funny tummy on race day Pauly ran with me. Yay funny tummy! Look at the most wonderful photographic memories that are now ours to treasure. Pauly never would’ve stayed with me if he thought I was well enough to run on my own. These are just the nicest way to mark our 7th Wedding Anniversary.
See! There always is a silver lining! Now to find one with all this farming rubbish that’s going on.
Please if you know any Australian farmer or person from the bush who is struggling under the pressures of this farming life, refer them to Rural Alive and Well.
Happy running 🙂
PS the photos were taken by some hard working photographers from www.supersportimages.com. I loved all of our photos, Pauly’s and mine. We look like we’re having the time of our lives! I bought the two that I’ve put into this post.