Just got back from Noosa on Sunday, which was nice. Noosa is very cool, spent 5 days lying about in the sun which was hot - 40 degrees on one day! Took a 4wd truck over to Frazer Island, what an amazing but very strange place. It is one huge 170km long sand dune in which this ancient rainforest has grown on. Pretty amazing, though the bumpy roads almost made me lose my breakfast. I have already had enough of vomity tourist trips this year thanks. I got sick before I went away but the sun and surf solved that, I think the sickness may have had something to do with the epic night out I had for my friends wedding. I was really happy to be back home in Sydney though, got a bit restless for my own bed and home.
Now I am back, I have been hitting the training pretty hard. Have two PT sessions a day a week and then still going 5 evenings a week as well, last night I thought my legs were going to turn to jelly and I was going to face plant into the Kings Cross fountain. I do feel fitter and I am starting to look like it, I think. It is hard, you are always starring at yourself everyday so it is hard to tell really. But I was aching something wicked, especially today after all those squats, dips and step ups teamed with sprinting. At least our trainer is a bit of eye candy while you collapse nose first into dog poo after 40 push ups.
Marde Gras is on Saturday and off to a pretty fun looking "Gay Bash" party on the night and I will take a couple of million pictures for you. Not paying $200 to go to the crap after party. I do not understand how the price of the tickets is justifiable. The party has no imagination to it, its so cookie cutter and dull. Same old rooms, all playing the same old crap music to all the pill'ed up shirtless throngs. Boring! What ever happened to the creativity of it all? Any ideas let me know.
I will add some Noosa pics soon.
