Today was a glorious day in this part of the world and we
did the annual trek to Daylesford to the Highland Gathering for my
husband. Leaving early and coming home late (exhausted). I’ve been so many times now I
can’t count. My main worry was not having a chance to exercise today because it was so full on just getting there and back. So once there, I decided to leave him there and go off on my own devices.
Do you want to take the car he asked?
Nope, not me! I
walked back into town and around and round the streets, up and down hills, in and out of
shops, I was a walking machine. And I
tell you, there’s nothing more righteous feeling than passing someone walking
up a hill and out-striding them to the top.
Is that bad that I felt so good about that!
It was hot, I was sweaty, but I just kept on going. Woah!
My legs are feeling tonight like I had a great workout. Daylesford is a very hilly place, but it was
the hill taking me back to the park where the gathering was taking place that
near on did me in.
But I have a secret weapon, well in my head I do. I used to play in a brass band many moons
ago. And you know those stirring marches
that brass bands play, well I have a couple tucked away in my memory. So when I’m attacking a hill, I am playing
the march in my head (oh good Lordy Lord, I hope I don’t hum it out
loud!!!). And one foot in front of the
other I keep time to the march which is steadily trilling away in my mind. And you don’t slow down, you might take
smaller paces, but the paces are regulated and steady and on the beat.
Works a charm every time.
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