Friday, April 15, 2011

Bootcamp 2011: Month Three

The mornings are getting a little darker these days, so I've stopped getting up to go for a run/walk. I get to enjoy an extra twenty minutes sleep in each work day. The trade off? I get home about forty minutes later each night as I now walk home from Newstead. That's about 6.5km and it's taking me about 75 minutes at the moment. I'll be working on getting that down to around 65 minutes over the next few weeks.

We're two-thirds of the way through our Jenny Craig program and it's been going well, although I had thought I'd lose more weight in that time. It's taken me eight weeks to lose 4 kilograms, which means I've got four weeks to lose the other four kilograms I planned on losing!

We've also booked onto the Manaslu/Tilicho trek in October, so we'll be ramping up our fitness regime in a couple of months. I want to be as fit and strong as I can be for this trek, so that will mean weights work, situps, pressups and lots of stair work... but not until July! Til then, it's just keep up the walking and keep losing weight.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Book Of The Month: March 2011

So, this year I've been reading books I own rather than going to the library. But, this month I got withdrawal symptoms and paid a visit to my local library. I spent a wonderful hour browsing the shelves and came away with a terrific haul of books.

Among them was this month's Book of the Month: Riding the black cockatoo by John Danalis. It's the story of the author's journey into Indigenous culture and community when he decides he has to return the skull that's been sitting on his parent's mantelpiece for the last forty years to its rightful place. Along the way, he raises questions about the morality of museums keeping in storage the remains of Indigenous Australians for "research", tagged and numbered like so many specimens. He also discovers the warmth of Indigenous Australians, who far from condemning his family for having the skull, welcome and thank them for their actions in returning it to its traditional home.

Riding the black cockatoo is a heart-warming story of one man's reconciliation with his upbringing, his family and his own lack of understanding of Australia's first people. A very satisfying tale and one I would urge everyone to read.