I have had one of the best, most productive, and, there's no other word for it, winning weekends in well, forever. Everything just seemed to flow and go as I had imagined and intended things to, and I got almost everything done that I set out to do (minus the trip to the markets to sell some copies of Bacon Sleep Sex - the rain stopped that venture, yet again). I had a few clients to see, and then various bits and pieces to do pre and post their appointments, including a long report to write etc. But nothing felt stressful or too much of a challenge and when I was writing the report I was, for once, completely focused on just that one task, and didn't even stop to notice the time or check facebook (well, much, lol... I would hear the message alerts and so on), totally absorbed in it, like the nutrition geek that I am. I truly love what I do. It helps that the people I get to meet and see are amazing, no better word for them. Truly inspiring and motivating people that through my business I get to see on a regular basis. So, I am supposed to be motivating/encouraging them with their goals, but I feel it may in fact be the other way round, or a symbiotic relationship perhaps?
So, when did this 'aha' moment of peace strike me? I was out for a long run this afternoon (yep, that's right, I went for a long run in the afternoon, not my usual early morning escapade - as I thought I'd be tied up at the markets, and then chose to use that extra time to get lots of work done instead) dodging all the many families scattered along the foreshore and Memorial Drive (seems all of Newy was out there this arvo! Busy with people traffic) when that familiar runner's high sought me out about an hour and a half in: there I was feeling completely at one with the world: euphoric and at peace - knowing that this, everything I am doing right now with my life, is what I am meant to be doing. Of course, the euphoria and feeling of being so strong and on top of the world no doubt helped me think this, but I truly felt completely at peace and right with the world. There is nothing quite like that natural high from a long run hey - I've had probably more than my fair share of unnatural/chemical highs back in the day, and nothing compares to that all-natural, euphoria you get from a good, long run, when everything falls into place and you're in a state of zen caused by your meditation on the move. Bonus: no come-down or hangover either.
After my run, I was feeling kind of wrecked hey, and more tired than I would have thought, but I suppose that's normal after a good two hour, slow run (I'm guesstimating about 25km?) and fixed myself a casual 3-course dinner (haha, the first course was had while waiting for a pie in the oven - too impatient and hungry to wait, it seemed) and now I'm contemplating either doing some more work for the business or writing a little trashy fiction to wind down the day... Or, may just relax and do not much instead. The only way this weekend could have been any better would be if I had got to see my far away loved one who's in China, and my Girl Besty, who alas (for me) is currently overseas in beautiful Bali, however I got to see awesome Boy Besty for a delicious brunch, so that made things instantly excellent. :)
Here's hoping everyone reading this had similar wonderful weekends doing whatever it is that makes you happy, focused/caught up, euphoric, and at peace. :) :)
ps - just two weeks til I get to run over this bridge while running the Sydney Half Marathon, woohoo!!!