This last weekend was BORING as all hell….great material for a blog post!
I have had so many bills to pay (mostly overdue – I am so disorganised) this month that I need to watch my pennies until next pay day. But hey, all bills are paid, I have a roof over my head and I have pennies to watch so I’m ahead of a huge number of the world’s population so I need to be thankful.
Over winter – I have not done any exercise. At all. Not even walking the dog, of which I am completely ashamed, as my dogs favourite past time is to wee all over the neighbourhood. So damn it as his mother I need to support and encourage him in his goal to wee on the world.
In an effort to start the long and sweaty process of shifting my flabby tummy and muffin top, I have commenced walking 1 hour, starting on Saturday walking from the local ‘Westfield-type’ shops back to my place (about an hour – all uphill) and again yesterday with a bushwalk in the rain through a local national park.
I even jogged (read: shuffled) for a bit of it but my falbby bits kept wobbling and that made me depressed, so I eased back off to a walk.
Walking in the rain in the bush is awesome, it smells different and feels different. Like the rain is not only cleansing the earth but also cleansing my thoughts, feelings…my soul. After a while you forget it is raining and start to notice the little things and start to enjoy the beauty that’s around you. It made me feel better and gave me critical thinking time, that I needed. I took heaps of photos…..
On the way back in the car I passed a house with a dam. Because it had been raining the dam had started to spill and the water level had risen almost to the height of the road. Spotted right there in the middle of the road was a little dome, of what looked like rock. I stopped the car, whacked on the hazard lights and got out to have a look and….found a little turtle trying to cross the road.
I picked up the little turtle and went to put it back in its dam, however the fence was too high and I didn’t want to just chuck it back over the fence, so after i finished having visions of him upside down on his back struggling to flip himself back over, I put him in my car, sat him on my lap and drove him around to the front of the house to ask if I could re-home him.
That turtle … sharted all over me in the car. Leaving a stench on me and the upholstery that can only be described as primeval.
Still, I don’t feel so bad because I saved his life, and a little stench mixed with my post walk sweat stink is a small price to pay for saving the little guy’s life.
