Kia ora, I have been practising balance – you know when you stand on one leg, lift the other one and and attempt not to fall over?
Since I’ve been going to the wonderful exercise classes at Nga Pura Pura I’ve noticed my balance attempts have improved.
I was demonstrating this to a friend (who also goes to the classes) in my driveway the other morning when some other friends arrived and we all laughed and we all agreed – its hard to keep your balance sometimes.
I thought of this when I was driving home from Palmerston North yesterday and had to detour around Manakau.
Lovely as this part of the world is, and dear to the people who live there, by the time I’d been weaving around corners, narrow country roads, up and down rises, hugged blind bends, and cursed the one in front who didn’t seen to understand the rules re one-way bridges, I was wondering just how long the detour was.
It was like one of those nightmares – you can’t see the end of the road, you just keep driving on…and on…and here’s a big truck on the other side of the road wanting to pass…
In situations like these it is hard to maintain balance – you start to think its all directed at you – that the detour has been specially organised to test your strength of character.
Then all of a sudden we are on Waitohu Valley Road – I know where we are now. Oh the relief of recognising that hedge, that tree, that front fence. I’m happy now, balance restored – I’m on my way home.
