On Sunday 18 February I did the 6.5km Wellington Round the Bays. Easy for some, not so much for me. Let me explain…
“You should only run if you’re being chased or on fire”. That was how I viewed running for a long time, yet when I was a kid, my family belonged to a running club.
We’d go every Wednesday night and some weekends. No fire involved. Occasional chasing.
I was active in dance (ballet, jazz, character), hockey, and drama around this time too, but as I got older, I stopped running. It became a chore. Something you did when you had to. I remember being made to do a 5km “fun run” with school when I was about 12. I hated it.
I’ve done very little running since. Then I stopped playing hockey. Stopped dancing. Eventually stopped acting. And in my twenties I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Continue reading “Attempting Round the Bays with Fibromyalgia”
One of the most undervalued experiences one can have is a visit to the zoo.
There’s nothing quite like an up-close encounter, and I’ve been lucky enough to experience a few over the years. Most recently with red pandas at Wellington Zoo. Continue reading “Let’s all go to the zoo!”
They say don’t trust everything you read online.
But what if that information belongs to the Department of Conservation? Surely that’s a site you should be able to trust when it comes to say, going for a walk, right? As I discovered on Saturday, that’s not the case. Continue reading “Trust No One. Not even the Department of Conservation”
The wave of black hills glitters in the night as lights turn on and off and residents move throughtout apartments and offices.
A stream of red and white lights flood the highway as brakes are touched or slammed depending on the attention of drivers.
Wellington looks gorgeous tonight, but few are paying attention.
Only the children, bored in the back seats, have noticed that one city light is shining brighter than the others.
Only the children have noticed that the brighter the light grows, the more anger and frustration seems to spread amongst the drivers.
A flash of white.
Barely a second.
But enough time for the children to disappear from car seats and booster seats, blankets and seatbelts, their bags and toys the only reminder that there were once more occupants in the cars.
It takes a few more seconds for anyone to notice there’s anything wrong.
The blinding of the light has the adults blinking rapidly and searching for the source, before turning around to check the kids are still buckled in, only to find there’s no trace of them.
The moon is barely visible amongst streaks of grey but seems extra bright tonight as it fights against the darkness.