How's your Saturday?

Powerful Owl trail with a view of Moreton Island. Beautiful...

How's your Saturday everyone?  Mine has been lovely.  Quiet and lovely and a little tough too.  I started the day with a trail run.  Truth be told I actually started the day with a Merlo Coffee and some Weet-Bix (breakfast of champions!) which was the 'quiet' and 'lovely' part.  The run came a little later in my morning.  And yes, that was the 'tough' part.

I've made a friend through Polynesian Princess's school.  I've made a few friends there and I anticipate having a great time getting to know these girls more.  One of them has been offering to take me for a trail run for weeks.  I (very nervously) accepted her offer as it's been a while since I've run.  But since last month I have been slowly re-entering my running world.  I say I 'nervously' accepted her offer because she runs up a mountain, and then down again. Regularly.

So it was with a little trepidation I started the run up Mt Coot-tha.  Within five minutes of running uphill I knew we weren't compatible running partners.  Where my friend could comfortably hold a conversation whilst simultaneously running UPHILL (I've mention that bit already, haven't I?) at a steady pace, I was barely able to concentrate on what was being said.  Every now and again I could puff out a "yeah, right!" but mostly I was burning.  Burning and dying.

But the best part was running down a track called Powerful Owl.  That was great.  Talk about feeling alive!  All my concentration was on staying upright as we zig-zagged down a steep dirt track.  Exhilarating and fun, I would happily do the run again in a heart-beat to relive that feeling.

When I run on my own, I'm running around my neighbourhood, so it's all roads, cars and houses.  Which I actually don't mind.  But running in the bush is different.  It's a truly enjoyable experience that I could definitely get used to.  It was so gorgeously quiet.  At one stage I actually thought somebody was playing drums.  I kept stopping and looking around me.  Nothing.  After the third time, I realised it was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.  True story.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of happy.  Grocery shopping, more coffee with The Architect, and finishing off Mitch Albom's "Tuesdays with Morrie".  Enlightening, sobering and inspirational.

The day finished much like it started.  With a whole lot of loveliness.  The Architect made us pizzas for dinner and I foraged around in the back of the pantry and emerged triumphant with a bottle of red.

The Architect is currently getting both kids to bed and once he emerges, we'll settle down to watch a movie together.  Yes, it's been a lovely, lovely day.

How's yours been?  What are the plans for tomorrow?