Well following a few weeks of recovering from minor surgery (finally got that backbone I'd been missing - now there is no excuse), the weekend contained 2 sessions of very different exercise in what was a very windy and blustery weekend here in Melbourne.
Saturday morning ride to blow the cobwebs out. And cobwebs there were. A hard slog out there getting some form back. The roads were packed with other riders, walkers, joggers, etc - you can tell its Spring. Superb conditions though and a good ride - the legs were weary at the end. This was of course followed by 2 coffees and various pastries at Brunettis ... breakfast of champions.
Sunday morning early, a round of golf with Mike down the coast. A very hilly course at Portsea, in incredible gales, a real challenge. A good even result in the end of an 18 hole matchplay with me parring the last 3 to drag the deficit back and half the match. Opened with a poor 51 but closed with a better 46 - still left about 10 stupid shots out there - topping the ball, thinning the ball, sloppy technique. Pushing a 15 kilo bag up and down some severe hills in those winds wore me out, but was thoroughly enjoyable. Again, the legs were weary. Always love a hit at Portsea, followed by the obligatory fruit platter afterwards ... did I say fruit platter? I meant pie.
Given the impending birth of our first child, I foresee a curtailed program (whats a fraction of nothing? still nothing) in the near future - 8 weeks of cramming in golf, rides, maybe a jog or two. At least the Grand Final is on, and the Spring Carnival to distract me.
Lesson 8 - Playing golf near to dawn does not make it 'bootcamp'. Particularly when you're ready for a post round beer, and its only 10.45am.