Rainbows and Running

• So I'm not gonna lie, it's been raining a lot here lately. Like buckets. London-style. This goes against everything I was told about Perth winters/general weather and sometimes I feel I have been the victim of a grave injustice. But then rainbows like this appear and Perth starts to redeem herself. But the rainbow doesn't last forever so I better be seeing some sunshine soon!

• In addition to rainbows, another thing that brings me great joy during bouts of biblical rain quantities is food. Especially food that I have had a roll in preparing. This might be ridiculous but seeing your food from start to finish feels oddly fresh and dare I say healthy(-er)? Oh except when there's a copious amount of creme freche as in the case of my recent work "team-building" day to an executive cooking class. We made gnocchi, saffron chicken sauce, jamon serrano salad & a pear tart. From scratch. And then we ate it. Love. My. Job.

• Unlike food, running pains me. You know those people who say "Oh running clears my head." "It's like my personal meditation time." I hate those people. Running for me is like forcing a turtle to walk over hot coals: it doesn't want to do it. It can't really do it. But it must. So when given the option of running a marathon, a half-marathon, a 12K or a 4K, I naturally chose the 4K. I am, after all, an athlete. Thankfully, Bob and I share this begrudging attitude toward running so he joined me. Hearts of champions. Speed of turtles.