Such a good day!

Today was great.

I started the day by accompanying my Mum and Dad to pump class. Yes, my Dad came to a pump class. My Dad has fantastic hand-eye co-ordination but is terrible at anything that involves choreography. Today was his second time at pump. The first he went was a bit of a nightmare. Dad had never done a specific tricep exercise before, tried to do lunges with his feet about a metre apart and his squats were scarily like grand pliés. I had to yell at him to get his hands closer together, further apart, more weight, less weight, keep your arms straight, bend your arms more and keep your heels on the floor, so the class wouldn't kill him. Most of his technique errors made him work so much harder, so he'd start dying out mid track. 

Second time around he was much improved. Mum and I are going to give Dad a lesson in the basics so that the third time he goes, he knows how to do a tricep push up. Kudos to him though, pump is fantastic all over strength workout but most (heterosexual) men don't brave the female strong hold that is the group fitness studios. 

I got a call back from the chemist where I applied for a job thanks to an introduction from my friend Leesa, who works there. The lady I met with called back on Friday and I missed the call by a nano second; my hand was literally over my phone when it stopped ringing. I called back straight away, was put on hold for 12 minutes and then told that she'd left for the day. Thanks to some sage advice from Leesa, I rang the second in charge today who told me that I got the job!

I start tomorrow! Whilst I am partly terrified of starting a new job, my need for money outweighs most of the anxiety. My pretty ceil blue stethoscope isn't going to pay for itself. I'm so grateful that Leesa was generous enough to create an opportunity for me. 

In the evening Alex, Mum, Dad and I headed down to the golf club. Every time I say or write that phrase I let out a terrified mental giggle at the Patsy-ness of it all. It was a beautiful 28 degree day in Melbourne and the four of us played 9 holes starting at about ten to six. The temperature was perfect and the course looked beautiful at twilight. It's a very tranquil place to be. Having not played any actual holes of golf since I did a kids' clinic in year 10, I got quite a kick out of just being able to. I can't believe how much I've improved since then and since I started lessons and fairly proud that I could keep up with Dad and Alex. Mum was about to shake the Patsy/ Royal Adelaide induced fear that we'd play to slowly or accidentally break a rule and get kicked off the course or be the subject of club gossip, fears I picked up via osmosis from Mum. 

It did feel a little like we were little kids dressed up playing pretend, decked out in our new golf clothes and brand new clubs (except for Dad's which he got before I was born, but has barely ever used). We've still got a long way to go, but the Brebner Griffin golfing adventure has proven to be a lot of fun thus far.