“Why is New Year’s day so special?” The Dude queried early this morning. “I mean, what makes it so different from other days that most of us have to resolve to do something different starting from today?”
It was 6 a.m – too early in my opinion to be pondering about the intricacies of how the universe worked. I grunted something incomprehensible in reply and tried to catch some extra shut eye. But the other members of the household were, by that time, already wide awake.
“it’s time for our run,” The Dude announced, “We did agree to stick to our New Year’s resolution of getting fit and eating right. Don’t want to start the year with an empty promise, do we?”
Half an hour and a quick swig of a glass of milk later, we started out of the house and headed to the running path that bound the Yarra river.
“I will run ahead- see you in a bit!” cried The Dude. And off he went, in a few seconds, he was out of sight.
With Bugs strapped to me in the baby carrier, we walked steadily on the path which followed the meandering river. The river was full and the water was calm. Light from the morning sun hit the water at an angle which reflected the surroundings perfectly. We passed the historic Como park and in a few minutes, found ourselves at Como landing, where The Dude was waiting patiently for us.
We headed back home and tucked into a sinful little breakfast involving toast, lots of butter, kaya (a coconut and egg jam) and good old Nutella.
“So much for a healthy start to the year,” I commented, in between bites, “Breakfast alone has negated all those calories which we burnt off earlier.”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know. Don’t worry, we’ll try again tomorrow. Pass the Nutella, will you?”