“…Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience…”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
“…Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience…”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Brrrr. It is cold. Like, freezing-your-butt-off cold. Which is pretty normal for Winter, I suppose, but it seems extra chilly at the moment. We’ve had some wild, stormy weather with thunderstorms and heavy rains, hail and flooding, and people have lost their fences and roofs. I had a few pot plants go for a tumble, but that’s about it.
In a continuing attempt to be healthy and lose weight, I have been walking and / or running, regardless of the weather. In some ways, exercising in crummy weather is better for me, for several reasons :
I must admit it has been VERY hard to get motivated (although the size of my thighs should be motivation enough) and some days I would rather go straight home, put my PJs on, and stay warm with a cup of tea and Vincent D’Onofrio (via a Criminal Intent DVD). This week it has been difficult to organise walking times because I’ve worked overtime and had car issues. And I’ve been lazy. But I try and go at least a few times a week, even if I just pop out at lunchtime for a quick trek around the block. It’s better than nothing. This is what I tell myself anyway.
There have been days when it has been raining so hard I have come home COMPLETELY drenched, and my sneakers are making that gross squelchy-squeaky noise that sounds like you’re walking on dead frogs. I’ve got raindrops in my ears, crazy hair, and small puddles in my pockets, but that’s ok. I’m still glad I have made the effort and have one less reason to feel bad about myself. It’s so easy to fall back into house-slug habits and just go straight home, after a day at work sitting on my bum in front of a computer, with no exercise or fresh air. But I’m trying to do better and get out there.
So, I shall continue to waddle around, rain or shine, with little guilt-ridden breaks in the middle where I “forget” to do any exercise at all. I will stop to take photos and watch dogs play. I will run when there’s no one else around, and walk when there is. I will try not to spoil it all by coming home and eating a cookie. But, even if I do, I will forgive myself and start over the next day. That’s the biggest hurdle for me.
When I am feeling energetic (and, quite often, when I am not) I go walking after work. I wish I could say I am diligent and do this every day, but I would be a liar. I usually manage about three times a week, which is a bit pathetic, but it’s better than nothing. This is what I tell myself anyway.
Some afternoons I go walking along the beach, which is lovely and scenic and blows the cobwebs of the workday away; most days, however, I walk around the local lake, which is on my way home and provides me with a nice, easy, 3.5km route.
Because I am generally quite lazy, it is good to have a circular route to walk – it means I just keep going until I get back to where I started. I don’t have to think about it. I don’t get tempted to turn around and head back either. The lake also has multiple paths; some of them meander through the bush so you can jog a bit and no one can see you ha ha. I don’t run in public unless I can be sure I don’t have witnesses. No one needs to see that.
The lake is populated by LOTS of birdlife. Swans, ducks, moorhen, and herons, as well as my favourite, the pelicans, and some long-necked tortoises, which I am yet to spot.
As it is breeding season for many of the birds, there are cute, fluffy bundles of downy joy dotted around the lake, following their parents around and getting up to mischief. There are plenty of reeds and other plant life to provide happy nesting spots and hideaways for the vulnerable babies.
I am dying to see some cygnets. I love the black swans – they are so majestic and beautiful. There are a couple at the lake that have allowed me to get quite close – sometimes they waddle up to me of their own accord. During breeding season, they can become a little bit aggressive and protective of their offspring, which is totally understandable. It’s best to keep your distance at those times and give them their space. Even if you do want to run headlong into those gorgeous, grey, fluffy cygnets and squeeze them in an adoring cuddle. It’s not really recommended.
There are also lots of cormorants. I adore them. Those funny webbed feet! The fluffy, shaggy feathers on their plump bellies and chest! The almost bat-like wings! The way they dry themselves in the sun, holding up their wings like laundry! The way they hiss at me when I get too close and annoy them with my photo-taking! 🙂
The lone egret is a tricky individual to photograph. He doesn’t like being bothered and you can’t get too close before he flies off. It could also be because I have mistakenly been calling him a heron, and he’s not. I have offended him and now he doesn’t want a bar of me, or my camera. So all my shots of him are blurry (because I am far away and have zoomed my camera in). It’s very inconsiderate of him, to be honest.
Towards sunset, the lake takes on a magical quality. I tend to keep stopping to take photos, which is not really making efficient use of my exercise time, but hey, the sky and water is so pretty at night! It’s hard to take a bad photo, to be honest.
I am always on the lookout for new places to walk ; it’s nice to have a change of scenery and some different landscapes/wildlife to look at. The lake, for now, remains one of my favourites. Easy to get to, easy parking, lots of people around (for safety’s sake) and lots of lovely birdies for me to photograph. I am lucky to have these spaces to utilise and enjoy, and get that much-needed exercise. That egret will just have to get used to me because I’m going to keep coming back 🙂
I am unfit. There is no denying this when you are struggling to ascend a set of roughly-constructed bush stairs and you’re wheezing so loudly you’re scaring the local wildlife. Yes. That is me. Two sets of stairs in on a recent hike through Ellis Brook Reserve and I am starting to see stars and pass out. But, to be fair, I am a little bit anaemic at the moment and I was trying to keep up with girls half my age as they whizzed up the hill on their skinny little legs. I also did not warm up properly, nor was I actually expecting such a rough and steep climb. Preparation – apparently not my thing.
However, wheezing and near-death experiences aside, Ellis Brook Reserve is a very picturesque place to hike. The terrain is a little rough and not really suitable for a gentle Sunday stroll. My friend and I went with a new group and none of us had ever been before, so no one knew what to expect (you can read travel guides but unless you’re actually doing the walk yourself, it can be tricky to gauge how difficult it will be) but we all went at our own pace and everyone was very patient and considerate of the slower-climbing members (ie me – Miss Fat’n’Fainty).
The scenery was beautiful, with amazing views down through the valley. We snuck into the quarry, which is actually fenced off but some lovely soul had cut a hole in the wire so you could squeeze through. Ah, vandalism, sometimes you can be helpful! The colours in the rock and surrounding landscape were stunning, as were the bright blue flashes of the little native Splended Fairy Wren (wish I had been fast enough to get a photo – they are just gorgeous).
Unfortunately, having to watch where we were treading/climbing, for fear of tripping or breaking an ankle, meant we weren’t able to stop and take in the sights as much as I would have liked. But it was still lovely and made me feel good to be out in the fresh air and not being a slacker (ie staying home, rugged up in bed, on this cold and chilly morning). The group we hiked with were really friendly and chatty, and made the morning very pleasant indeed. Apparently, there are a number of trails you can follow and so maybe, next time, we will go on one of the longer ones, which may be less steep and treacherous. I am very clumsy and have terrible balance, so someone else may find it very easy to hike this particular trail and wonder what the heck I am talking about. I personally wouldn’t take dogs or kids on the trail we walked, but I did see some people bringing their pooches along with them.
All in all, a beautiful spot to get some exercise and take in the natural beauty of our gorgeous state, without having to drive a million miles from suburbia. Worth a look 🙂
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