Hills and Hooks

When not crocheting, I like to spend my free time running up and down the hills to which my blog title refers ๐Ÿ™‚ At the moment I’m training for my third half marathon (21k), in September – it’s becoming an annual challenge. Sundays I do my long runs, and now in week five of my training program, the long runs are getting longer – yesterday, 18k. It hurt, and I’m tired today, I can tell ya! However, mentally I feel fabulous and I absolutely relish the challenges I will face in the coming weeks. Here’s a little collage from yesterday. I’m blessed to live in a beautiful part of the world – country New South Wales. Whatever is going on in my life, pounding these country roads and testing my physical limits puts everything in perspective, and I always return home feeling empowered and positive.

And here’s a little collage of my June hooking – I love reflecting on what I’ve learned and created at the end of each month ๐Ÿ™‚

I have a history of severe depression, and ongoing anxiety issues. Crochet and running are now my chosen forms of therapy and I feel so lucky to have them both in my life! They each heal and support me in different ways and I am beyond grateful that I can so easily reach for my hooks and hills whenever I need them – and also just for fun ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Old-fashioned, Preschool, Quiet, Running

Once again attempting to catch up with the A to Z Challenge during school holidays!

O is for…Old-fashioned. Most people seem to hold the view that crochet is a very old-fashioned pursuit, the domain only of elderly ladies making doilies, and baby blankets in pastels that hark back to a bygone era. Indeed, when I started hooking two years ago, my husband declared in horror, “You remind me of my Oma!!” Please note, I have all respect for the Grandmas and their work! However, it is a reflection of only one part of the crochet world. Modern crochet is amaaaaaaazing and there are hookers of every age hooking everything imaginable, from bright baby clothes, homewares and children’s toys to fashionable adult clothing and vibrant, quirky street art. Old-fashioned, it is not. Crochet rocks!

P is for…Preschool. My youngest daughter turns five in November, so this is her last year of preschool. She attended four days a week during school hours in Term 1, but we’ve made the decision to cut back to two days going forward. Now that my mental health is so great, I really no longer ‘need’ those extra days. It’s a huge deal for me to come to a decision like this – I’d never have imagined it possible not so long ago! Plus, I am increasingly aware of how quickly time is rushing by. She will be at school before I know it, and I want to make the most of the time that’s left. Doubtless there will be days when I regret my decision! However, I know I will have no regrets come next year. A pleasant side-effect is that it halves the fees. Yaaaaaaaarn! Nuff said ๐Ÿ˜

Q is for…Quiet. It took me decades to realise that I’m an introvert. Pushing myself into an extrovert box caused me great anxiety in hindsight. Now I’m comfortable with the fact that I find too many people over too much time in one go overwhelming. I know it about myself, I recognise the effects, and I actively seek my quiet to counteract them. I am a sociable, bubbly, friendly person, but I do relish and require my time alone. Having small children, and no extended family support (we are relatively recent immigrants), time alone is pretty hard to come by, especially in school holidays! We’re past the midpoint now and yesterday morning I was feeling increasingly cranky and quickly identified the reason why. Luckily my husband has some time off this week, and I was able to jump in the car and drive to town for an impromptu haircut, a mini-massage, hot chocolate in a cafรฉ and some yarn shopping – blissfully alone, all quiet inside my head. This introvert is now recharded and ready for a fun family day out today ๐Ÿ˜Š

R is for…Running. A huge part of my life and worthy of a whole other post. In fact, I’m going for a run now. More on this at a later date!