Thursday, August 19, 2010

Run, Melbourne, Run

It's taken me a long time to become accustomed to exercise.

I had bad asthma as a child, and many of my memories of school sports classes involved thinking up excuses to avoid going down into the cold, damp change-rooms and subjecting my skinny, underdeveloped body to the rigours of organised sport.

There is only one person who has had a lasting influence on my exercise aversion; slowly chipping away at my pre-conceived ideas of how my body should feel when it's being used for something other than walking, eating, sleeping or shopping.

Miles runs. He plays hockey. He golfs. Or plays golf. Whatever. He cycles. He plays basketball. I'm sure he does more, but I'm getting tired just thinking about it.

In a misguided attempt to impress him when we first began dating, I accompanied him on a jog, forgetting that he'd run a marathon the month prior. I travelled at a snail's pace and had a face as red as a toffee apple within ten minutes. Somehow I managed to avoid pulling out the ventolin puffer.

Now, I'm not saying I've turned over a new leaf. I am, however, more amenable to the idea of exercise than I was three years ago.

A few weeks ago Run Melbourne was on, and Miles did the 10km race. I was support crew, and from my view on the sidelines, it looked, well, almost fun. Pass me the smelling salts! Surely this can't be the same person talking?


Melbourne was lucky with the weather that morning: it was bright, blue and sunny, with a chilly wind. We got off the train at Richmond and walked past the new soccer stadium.


And strode along the Yarra towards the start line.


The half-marathoners were already running past us.


By this stage I was failing in my role as support crew, wandering along a little too slowly and far too distracted by the sights and sounds.


So we split up, and I took up position on the Swan Street Bridge.


I had a great view of the participants speeding past me.


Above the last 100m mark there was a conveniently located pedestrian bridge, full of people shouting down to the runners below. The weather was fast closing in.

Who knows, maybe hell will freeze over and next year I'll sign up too.


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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My last week (or more) in photos - Part II


We had friends visiting and a visit to Krispy Kreme Doughnuts was thought to be in order. Sugary fluff, anyone?


It's been so cold lately, I was almost tempted by this Snuggie rip-off. *Almost*. Visit the website: their video had me in hysterics.


Tulips from Rocky's Fruit & Veg on Chapel St. Much cheaper than the Prahran Markets.


And after not having attended a gig in over two years, I suddenly had tickets to two in one week. My absolute favourite, Florence and the Machine, and Laura Marling. The image above is from Florence, who danced about on stage like a whirling dervish. You can just make our her flaming red hair and snow white dress, with the harp to the left of the stage.

I'm off to the snow this weekend. We've started packing already. Not looking forward to the long drive, but fingers are crossed for some good ski runs.


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Sunday, August 15, 2010

My last week (or more) in photos - Part I


Since when did Melbourne install a French Velib-style bike sharing arrangement? I was flabbergasted to come across these when I took a different exit from Parliament station last week. Has anyone tried them, or are they targeting tourists?


I visited the Melbourne Design Fair, and was intrigued by this cute idea to help remove gum from our streets. Did you know that there are over 1 million tonnes of chewing gum affixed to footpaths globally? Tasty.


I saw this poster in a strange warehouse cafe on Little Lonsdale Street in the city. I can'd handle horror films, but this poster made me laugh. The last few moments I recall were the opening scenes from Saw. Urgh.


I am on the lookout for technology-driven retail strategies at the moment, and this "oovie" DVD rental vending machine caught my eye. It's located on the ground level of Melbourne Central


I had been looking for a birthday present for my mother, and this Longchamp bag, found in Hunt Leather, was highly enticing. But the price tag put me off somewhat. I look forward to the day I can spoil my mum with luxuries she'd never buy herself.

And a late afternoon walk along the Yarra.

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Doing too much stuff

I think I over-commit myself.

I was reflecting on Twitter the other day about how I often find myself running places when I am late. Literally, running down the street, just so I can make it to my next destination on time.

This is partly why I don't often wear heels; and when I do, they are stashed away in my bag until I reach wherever it is I am going.

I'm the kind of person who will run to make the train that has just pulled up to the platform, even if there is another one due two minutes later.

Life is too short to dawdle.

Perhaps, though, I am always rushing from one place to another because I'm trying to cram too much into my days.

In my attempt to have a restful weekend, I managed to see Inception, visit the Prahran Market, BigW and then Coles, meet friends at the Melbourne Art Fair, host a dinner for friends, and see a Melbourne International Film Festival screening. Then I wondered why I didn't have any energy on Sunday evening and sat on the couch watching Entourage episodes.

How do you create a balance in your life? Do you have to say "no" to stuff in order to fit in time for yourself?


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