So Friday night was an unexpected delight. Saturday morning wasn’t. What started as innocent after work drinks turned into a no-food, too-much-booze, head-in-the toilet kind of night. I should have seen the warning signs when we decided to kick on to the Hero of Waterloo at a time when I’d usually be fast asleep.

The Lovely Samantha went off to Pilates on Saturday morning leaving me to wallow in my own self-inflicted penance. Bodhi knocked on my head and complained about hunger pains, but it was only after he complained of light headedness that I could muster the energy to lift my head off the horizontal and fashion him a bowl of cereal. Thankfully Sam returned, with panadol, and come midday, an upright position was achieved.

We caught up with Shalome, Brendan and Charlie on Sat evening. I stupidly opted to cycle over to Dee Why in 30 degree heat, which in hindsight wasn’t the smarted choice given the previous night’s intake which leeched out of every pore during my 35km ride.

Sunday was another stellar day so we started with a swim at Leichhardt. After a few weeks out with the dreaded man flu, my attempt at laps were embarrassing at best.

Later in the day Bodhi and I did some camping supplies shopping. We dropped a small fortune on a lantern, tarp, poles and ropes for the upcoming Easter camping trip to Depot beach. I just hope the weather Gods look kindly on us, but if not, one of the biggest tarps known to mankind will be at our disposal.

Fantastic dinner at a friend's place up the road. Yummy.

See ya,
Minas.

Jumping Ship

Hiya;

I missed last weekend's report due to the pathetic excuse of work. This week though, with less than 9 days left until i finish, my care factor is fast approaching nil.

Last weekend was the Woolongong triathlon although I had to pull out due to Man flu which I got real bad. It was so bad I thought they'd have to amputate my leg at one stage, but luckily a few codral were on hand to knock me out. Woke up with legs still attached, so must thank The Lovely Samantha for keeping watch over me during the coma.

This weekend, Man flu abating, I braved the conditions and partook in the ANZ corporate games sailing regatta. In fact, the conditions couldn't have been better. Saturday was one of those lazy sun kissed days that stumbled over and mistakenly turned up in Autumn. Gorgeous. Calm seas and good crew. Our boat was robbed, penalised on some analy  pedantic nautical technicality and thus did not  progressed to the finals. At the the Cruising Yacht Club of Australia, several sheets to the wind, all was forgiven (or forgotten...cant remember which).

Sunday was another stellar day albeit a little windier. How ironic that Nippers is over. Met up with several others in the QVB Tea Rooms for a fancy high tea (lovely setting), before heading back home for an evening in front of the idiot box.

see ya,
Minas.

Second Time Round

Hiya;

A couple of weeks, a couple of birthdays. Bodhi and I notched up 6 and 37 respectively and In a break from tradition, we had separate parties. I stuck true to the backyard BBQ tradition of years gone by while Bodhi opted for some water slide action at Manly waterworks. Both celebrations got a little rained out, but everyone had fun.

We've had some very unpleasant weather the last few weekends and much to The Lovely Samantha's delight, nippers has been cancelled two weeks running, thus preserving her sleep ins.

However, while nippers were given a lie in, I was up before dawn this Sunday for the BRW corporate triathlon at Mrs Macquarie's chair. Horrible weather early on but by the time our wave started the sun was peeking through and all was good in the world...until the run. It truly is like childbirth. I forget the pain i put my body through when it all comes flooding back in the middle of an event and i wonder why.  Then the finish comes around and i'm looking up the next event (next Sunday in Wollongong).

Even though at 300m swim, 8k ride, 3k run It was a baby by triathlon standards, it was amazing to see the number of people being fished out of the water by the rescue boats. Scary. At 34:22 I narrowly scraped under my goal of 35mins, so i was happy. Some lean sod finished in 27mins and you've got to wonder how many weetbix he must have ate.

In the afternoon, we attended our first ever second wedding. A lovely unassuming affair on the front lawn of a grand old family home in Centennial park saw two old friends, who'd gone separate ways after high school, forging separate lives and families, both going through separate marriage breakdowns, finally reconnect and realise they were meant for each other.....awwww.

see ya,
Minas.