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Half marathons and haunted houses

I’ve already written about our accommodation fiasco the weekend of the Great Ocean Road Marathon festival, so I won’t regurge that, however, if you haven’t read about it and looked at the pictures in all their gory glory you can do so here, I did, however want to write about husbs efforts in the half marathon, as that was the whole reason that we were there in the first place. (And why we didn’t go home after the first hellish night!)

It was a very very early start on the Sunday morning. The half marathon route was a linear one running from Kennet River and finishing in Apollo Bay so it meant that all the runners staying in Apollo Bay had to be bused over to the start line as all the roads were closed for the races.

This meant a 6.15am pick up from Apollo Bay, which meant me dragging myself and the Bear out of bed at 5.30am chucking a jumper on over my PJs, bundling a still sleeping (but not for long) Bear into the car and driving the precarious 11k drive down into Apollo Bay in the driving rain to drop husb off – pleasant!

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A place were no-one can hear you scream

We headed off Down the Great Ocean Road again this weekend full of anticipation of what the weekend would bring. Husb was entered into the Great Ocean Road half marathon. Having spent weeks training to get his distances up, we were both looking forward to a fun filled weekend enjoying the idyllic countryside around Apollo Bay and the shipwreck coast before husb took on the Half Marathon challenge on the Sunday.

Now I could tell you what a fabulous time we had and what a beautiful place we stayed in and how relaxing it was to be together as a family enjoying it all, but I am all about telling it like it is here at theonlywayismelbourne. I wouldn’t want to insult my readers intelligence so I am going to tell the truth, because unlike Jack Nicholson I think ‘you CAN  handle the truth’

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Mothers Day ‘chill out’

Today is Mothers Day in Australia.

We originally had plans to go for lunch at flight friends but unfortunately illnesses got in the way so it had to be postponed at the last minute.

Husb who was in the mood for a bit of fresh air and exercise apparently, decided that instead of having a nice easy pampering Mothers Day, as was the original plan. We would not be wasting the day and would instead go up to the Dandenong Ranges for a ‘bit of a chill out’.
. . .At least that is how it was sold to me.

Now that we have returned from our ‘chilled day’ I realise that I was mis-sold the whole thing, having been together for the best part of 15 years, you’d think I would know better by now. You’d think!
Husb caught me in a moment of weakness – when I was still in bed and I was silly enough to agree so that he would go away and I would get a few more minutes precious Mothers Day snoozing time.

Now I don’t know about you but my idea of a chilled day does not include a 2.5km almost vertical hike up the 1000 steps Kokoda memorial trail in the Dandenong Ranges National Park. Clearly the Bear was not on board with the idea either as he whined his way halfway up the Lyrebird Track and then moaned his way back down again.

Yep – we were losers and didn’t get the whole way up before husb admitted defeat and came back down with us. (At one point he was seriously considering going the rest of the way up to the top on his own – while I negotiated the Bear on the way down) – On Mothers Day!!! My face must have said it all though and he quickly abandoned that idea in favour of coming back down to the bottom to eat our picnic.
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Picnic eaten we then headed over to SkyHigh at Mount Dandenong. It wasn’t the best day for views but we did still manage to see pretty far, I bet the views would be amazing on a clear day.

Skyhigh has quite a bit going on, it has a lovely looking bistro, which was packed to the rafters with it being Mothers Day. There is also a garden maze, secret garden and English Gardens. I don’t know if it was because it was Mothers Day but the place was absolutely teeming with people so it was quite difficult to have a look at the views properly. Perhaps if we’d gone in the week it may have been quieter.

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So I am now back home comfortably settled on the sofa (with slightly aching limbs), waiting for some actual Mothers Day pampering.

Being a bit crafty.

Now I know that I have previously made it abundantly clear that I can in no way be described as a crafty blogger or in fact a crafty person in any way, shape or form. My poor attempt at my sons birthday cake cleverly highlights my ineptitude in this department. Bless him, he is so confused now, he thinks Thomas the Tank Engine is round and green, I fear I may have scarred him for life.

So it was with the very recent memory of my cake making failure seared in my mind and with not a little trepidation that I agreed to make a ‘cake’ of an entirely different kind.

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