Autumn has finally arrived here in Brisbane. The days are finally starting to feel less like we’re living in Satan’s pocket, the nights are much cooler and the sunshine is glorious. It’s the perfect weather to go out for a walk, and the world is beckoning me.
But I don’t feel like it.
I’ve been in a terrible headspace the past two days. A busy weekend, interrupted sleep (thanks kiddies!), and minor dramas at work, have culminated in a cracker of a headache and a general feeling of “blah”. I just want to lie on the couch and hide from the world.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity I text Jo to lock in some AMT time.
An hour or so later we step into the sunshine and fresh air. My mood immediately lifts and my headache subsides. The endorphins kick in! Our usual route is blocked by some works on the Story Bridge so we venture in the opposite direction around the cliffs to Southbank. After a four kilometre offload of problems we arrive, serendipitously, at the Japanese Friendship Stone. We decide this is a fitting halfway point and make our way back to where we started for our usual PUK Collective coffee.
Fitness is only one reason that Jo and I love our weekly walks. These expeditions also provide an excellent opportunity for us to talk through our stresses and share the general frustrations of motherhood. The combination of exercise, conversation and fresh air is all the therapy I need.