By NATALIA HAWK
Last Saturday morning, my friend called and suggested that we go and do the coastal walk the next day, on the Sunday.
I agreed. I love the coastal walk. It stretches all the way from Bondi to Coogee, stopping along hidden beaches and edging along daring cliff-faces. But I haven’t done it since… maybe… January?
You know how it is – you have such great intentions, and then life gets in the way. Instead of the coastal walk – I had assignments to do. I had work to do. I had friends to catch up with, and they wanted to have fajitas and margaritas in a restaurant somewhere instead of venturing out. I had family to look after. I had movies to watch and books to read and TV series to catch up on.
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And even last Sunday morning, as the alarm clock beeped merrily away, I found myself lying in bed contemplating excuses to bail out of the walk and stay fast asleep.
It’s too cold. (It was 20 degrees.)
It’s too far to drive. (It’s a 15 minute drive.)
It’s too hard to park near the beach. (Even Bondi has car parks at 8am.)
I went to bed too late last night, I deserve a sleep in. (It wasn’t that late. Calm down.)