I love keeping fit but sometimes the input of yummy food slightly overcomes the output of walks, jogs, crosstraining and well my favourite ..sex! So Feb sees me really trying to lose the pounds I’ve put on over the last few months.

Like the rest of my life there are always hilarious hurdles to overcome before a step forward takes place! Having joined a gym (called Parc) after two weeks I’m back up to continuous running for 30 minutes which I’m pretty happy with! (I’m sure the air conditioned running machine needs to take 50% of the kudos!). I get to Parc to discover for the second day running there is nowhere to park, how ironic! The original name of Farc they definitely should have gone with as that is how I am now feeling, very farked off! Having already received a $160 parking fine the previous week I decide to head to the beach for my run.

Whilst contemplating the fact that the gym has simply over sold memberships and wondering if I’ll get a refund I turn right crossing a highway and behind me is this huge Ute right on my ass. I pass to the middle reservation and along he comes on my left so I have no vision whatsoever! ‘You Ahole’ I shout from my window and stick two fingers up at him, (I haven’t felt such immediate anger for such a long time, even I am shocked by my behaviour). His eyes widen and as he passes he looks back and sticks one finger up at me. I’m livid! How dare he put my life in danger so that he could arrive 2 seconds earlier to his destination. The anger rising up, I realise I needed that run at the gym to get rid of my angst.

Arriving at the beach I look at the water and try to rid my self of the bad mood I have carried with me from Parc to parking. I haven’t really done a lot of running on the beach but I’m determined to make it to the rocks at the nudist end, I know it takes 25/30 minutes to walk so think it should be easy. I keep my eye on the horizon and off I go. Along the sand slipping all over the place, eventually after 13 long minutes the rocks are in sight and so is a man with a long t-shirt on, I know he has no undies on just by the way his legs are splayed apart. I don’t stare but catch a glimpse and say ‘good morning’.

I look at my phone to check the stopwatch and then back towards the beach huts that now look miles away! ‘Come on just get on with it!’ I think.

‘Great morning for a run!’ He says and I turn to see he is very full of himself indeed.

I stifle a laugh and start to run ‘Isn’t it beautiful!’ I say as I head back along the waters edge.

We all need to let go of something everyday isn’t it interesting how we all find different ways of doing it!