Thursday, July 19, 2012

Australia's Convict History

If you are a runner, have you ever been humbled by a run?
It can happen in a number of ways. Humbled by the overwhelming joy that you are able to run, humbled by how darn hard a run is, humbled by the opportunities running brought you, or humbled where running took you?

I was humbled by a beautiful run today.
The run was hard and I was frustrated. I am beginning training for the Women's Half in November and I was making good progress at home.  My last 2 runs in Australia, however have been tough. Sluggish and tough.  I was beating myself over my general sluggish-ness when I remembered to look up and enjoy the view.
What a view.
Garmin gone global.
There are certain moments in life you will never forget.  This was one of them.  Beautiful day, beautiful run, consider me humbled.
I ran in Sydney from Circular Quay to the Opera House and through the Royal Botanical Garden. My total run was 3.25 miles with just under a 10 minute pace. Grrrrr- go faster please body!
The Royal Botanical Garden is a beautiful place to visit if you are ever in Sydney.
I even made a new friend.
After I left the Garden I was walking back to my hotel and a sign caught my interest.

My sweet Kyle LOVES watching Lock Up on MSNBC, so I decided I owed him some Sydney convict knowledge.
I took a quick tour (I was starving post run) of the Hyde Park Barracks.
Australia was originally colonized as a penal colony and more than 50,000 convicts stayed at Hyde Park from 1819-1848.
Convict dinner.
Chilling like a convict.
The building later became an asylum for primarily female immigrants and Irish orphans. See, during the potato famine female Irish orphans were offered free passage to Australia, because at that time the primarily male (convict) population needed some ladies. The building was then turned into a courthouse and now a museum.
Looking up convicts.
I was happy for the brief history lesson and still starving.  I returned to the Bon Bon Chocolate Cafe for a soy 70% dark chocolate hot chocolate.  Dream.  It was a delicious dream.
A beautiful run, an interesting side trip, and a cup of chocolate.  Best. Morning. Ever.

Where's the most beautiful run you've ever taken?

Love and stripes,
Carissa & Kyle