No good at doing nothing

Thursday
Up at a time no right thinking human should be up to drive myself to the airport for the first of two flights for the day. Melbourne to Brisbane smooth and fairly uneventful apart from the delightful tyke behind me who kicked my seat and constantly enquired of his father “is the plane crashing yet?”, until father finally cracked it and replied “do you want to die?”, tyke replied “No”, Father retorted “then shut up”.

Score 1 Father.

I passed the time nicely watching half of season one of The Mighty Boosh on my lap top. The Mighty Who? you might ask, you either know it or your don’t and if you do know it you either love it or you hate it, I love it.

Departed Brisbane and charged up the lap top and met up with my brother and sister, their others halves and kidlets, nice little family reunion in the departure lounge.

Fortunately none of us are in possession of the formula for coke, the seven secret herbs and spices or the whereabouts of Lord Lucan so we are all allowed to fly together. Flight to Cairns also smooth and the second half of season one of TMB kept me entertained and away from the emergency exit.

By the time we made it to our accommodation I was good for nothing more than lolling about in the pool so there was no running.

Friday
A trip to the supermarket for supplies then more lolling and reading.

By 3pm I was shot of “relaxing” and was pacing and going out of my head, “anyone up for a run?”.

Brother and sister put their hands up, we donned gear and all being of the ginger persuasion bathed in 30+ and hit the streets. Sis turned back after 1.5km, having given birth 4 months ago she is still rediscovering her running mojo. My bother and I bravely soldiered on, though I get the feeling that every pedestrian and motorist that passed us was thinking f@%&ing morons!

It was hot, it was freaking humid and it was damn thankless but 8.6km later we made it back to the apartment and hightailed it straight for the pool. I considered for about 1 second whether or not it was decorous to jump in the pool in crop top and undies and then jumped in the pool in crop top and undies damn it’s nice to finish a run with a dip in the pool.

Much eating and daiquiri drinking ensued.

Saturday
Brother, sis in law, niece and mum went to the Zoo, I stayed back at apartment with sis, bro in law and nephew and once again set about the business of “relaxing”. For me this meant reading, swimming, pacing, reading, swimming, pacing at 5 minute intervals, I suck at this doing nothing caper.

By about 3pm I was going out of my head and convinced my sister and in-law to come and explore a nature trail I had seen sign posted on the previous days run. I promised them it would be a run/walk and I wouldn’t make them run up any hills.

Hmmm, I think said nature trail was a work in progress as it turned out to be nothing more than a badly rutted 4WD track strewn with garbage and sinister intent. If you want an old washing machine (may or may not be working), a futon frame or a pile of old clothes (gender and size unspecified) let me know and I’ll tell you where you can pick them up. We did make it to a small stretch of beach but bearing in mind that salt water crocs frequent the area and it is stinger season we refrained from frolicking. On the way back we encountered a couple of guys who may have been more than friends, who knows, we didn’t hang about to find out! There was a distinct Wolf Creek vibe about the place and the sooner we got back to the street the better.

Sis and in law drove back home and I ran home the long way, a reasonably perky 5.6km considering the hot and humid conditions and a small spot of vanity fartlek when I came across another runner heading in the opposite direction.

Yup, straight back in the pool when I got back.

Had a fab dinner in Cairns, a rather generous seafood platter that I later found out from a very impressed waiter was for sharing, I didn’t share, he couldn’t believe I ate it myself, HA! you try getting between me and Morten Bay Bugs and Tiger Prawns, I dare you!

Sunday
CHUCKING IT DOWN!!! Tropical rain, it ‘aint like normal rain, this is serious rain, this is soaking you right through to your soul rain. I don’t mind running in the rain when it is warm but frankly I was afraid I would drown and also my running track would have probably been flooded. Not to mention the fact that my Garmin is only shower proof, not deluge proof.

I waited for a break in the weather and headed out before the cabin fever killed me, or my family killed me for my sheer inability to sit still for more than 2 minutes.

It may have been cooler (25 instead of 30) and overcast but with humidity at about 300% it was still a slog, I only managed a “long” run of 9.3Km.

So I’ve finished a pretty slack week of only 41km so let’s call it a rest week hey.

From looking at the weather forecast it seems I’ve done well to try to adapt to the heat because it looks like I’ll be leaving hot and humid and going home to hot and dry!

Oh, and I am on line because cabin fever drove me spare today and I paid for 48 hours worth of wireless internet, I am so pathetic.

One more day in the tropics and then I am back home.

PS – Daiquiris will be the death of me.

PPS – have been napping heaps and taking my multi vitamin, I feel heaps better.

PPPS – Sometimes I think it would be nice to be Pamela Anderson and thus have the world think it was socially acceptable to spend most of the day in a bikini, but I wouldn’t want boobs as big as hers.

Or to have to sleep with either Tommy Lee or worse still Kid Rock, Euowwwwww