I woke up before my cellphone alarm rang. Weather was pretty cool. Off I went at 6:15 am in my (formerly one of my brothers') long sleeved Fred Flintstone t-shirt and shorts.
Squeak .. squeak... squeak went my sneakers as I brisk walked towards Coolong Park. (Something is wrong with my right shoe. It squeaks.)
Squeak-squeak-squeak went my sneakers as I started to run when I crossed the street.
I am sticking with walk-run combination for the moment, just to get the blood pumping. My legs aren't ready for long runs yet. Maybe in a couple of days.
I got home before 7am with enough time to shower and still catch the 7:20 bus to the City. Problem was I had drank two big glasses of water after my run. In spite two trips to the bathroom before leaving the house, I was busting by the time the bus got to Sydney (about one hour from our place).
I knew I wouldn't make it to the office. I felt as if my bladder was going to burst. So I made a bee-line to the Ladies Room at the Queen Victoria Building.
Maybe next time I should just drink one glass instead of two.
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