The hills, great friends and a triathlon...

...pretty much sums up my jam-packed-awesome-filled weekend. Last weekend was spent down south competing in a marathon relay near Bridgetown. It was only 20km, but it was 20km of ginormous hill climbs that made my little legs shake in my brand new nikes. I pulled up feeling unusually fabulous the next day however it wasn't until Friday this week that it all caught up with me and I found myself seeking a quick muscle un-knot at my local massage therapist. I was good to go again. 

Yesterday we headed for the hills and spent the afternoon casually strolling around at the Darlington Arts festival. I was in my element- good food, even better company, sweet tunes, fabulous art and market stalls, all surrounded by some of Western Australia's most gorgeous landscape of what the locals call "The hills". And today? Well, I managed to pull myself through a triathlon. No biggie really.