Much has changed aside from our everyday costumes: my body clock is still two hours behind, so while I think I'm waking up at six o'clock, it's actually already 8 AM here. When I do manage to wake up at six to go for a run, it's still too dark and I find many, convincing reasons to retreat back to the warmth of an electric blanket. Two days ago, we did succeed in getting out the door, jacket on top of my running shirt and hands wrapped in gloves, to run to the border of New South Wales (about 2.8 kilometers). I learned three things during my first ever winter run:
- I run much faster in the cold - it's either my body wanted to get warmed up much faster or I wasn't overheating because of the weather. Either way, whenever I glanced at my watch I was clocking in a sub 5 pace.
- The air here is incredibly pristine - this isn't really something new, but my lungs immediately noticed the stark contrast to the air quality of Manila. They were very thankful.
- I love the motorists here - while running on the side of the road, against traffic, motorists veered away to give me more space. And they even give you a friendly wave! It certainly made me feel much safer.
Bobcats and Barbies
Just this morning, we went on a quick, short hike up Blue Mountain, with a summit that provides a 360-degree view of town. Best of all, this was located just at the backyard. Literally. And that's another thing about this town that leaves me smitten: you just have to step out the door and you're at the foot of a mountain or at a trail head. I'm not kidding when I tell you that driveways to houses here are trails that are better and longer than some of those back home. It's fantastic. Now if FedEx just hurries up with our bikes, we'd be sorted.
There's much to look forward to, but right now, it's my family's arrival next week that I'm really excited about.
All's going well so far. More of PWW from the Land Down Under soon.