Classic

Hey;


Saturday reminded me of an English summer’s day - Wet, miserable and not much fun to be outside. If it wasn’t for a bout of cabin fever, we’d have stayed indoors. Instead though, we popped into town and polished of a lazy Susan’s worth of Yum Cha on the way through to see Anish Kapoor’s travelling exhibition at the MCA. Full of larger than life, perspective bending “sculptures”, It’s gotten rave reviews, but I just thought it was a lot of repetition and not enough to keep this myopic mind at least engaged. Despite warnings to the contrary plastered all about the place, Bodhi liked touching things.

On Sunday, I finally ticked another item off the bucket list. A year in the making, I’ve finally completed an ocean swim (you might remember I agonisingly sprained my ankle the week before last year’s Cole Classic). Shane, Stu and I all started and successfully completed the 30th annual Cole Classic in Manly. The seas had threatened to be rough, so they altered the course, but I still respectably finished the 1km circuit in 20:47, which wasn’t so bad considering my poor preparation since Xmas. Some upstart won it in 15 minutes.

I’ve realised that all this outdoor exertion is a bit like childbirth for me – painful during, but forgotten in the euphoria of the finish. While swimming I developed a headache, had burning retinas from leaking goggles and swallowed way too much salt water (not to mention pre-swim nerves preventing me from dropping the kids off before hand). Yet shortly after the race, over breakfast and a latte, we all signed up for the Olympic distance triathlon at Port Stephens in May, which at 1.5km swim, 40km bike, and 10km run, is a decision I am already beginning to regret.

See ya,
Minas.