Quick Dash

The weather is awfully cold, and getting out of bed to go for a run just doesn't seem like a logical option (even if I can imagine the weighing scale and the tape measure reading higher numbers these days).  By the time I walk outside to catch the bus in the morning, it is not THAT cold, but of course it is also time to go to work.

So that has been the story for about two weeks now.  

Yes, it is sad, I know.  

The best I have done so far is make a mad dash to catch the 610 bus yesterday morning.  

I wasn't particularly late but I figured I'd try to catch the earlier bus rather than the later bus.  Catching the earlier bus meant less time standing out in the cold at the bus stop.  It being a Friday, we got to wear jeans and rubber shoes.  I used this to my advantage by running up to Old Northern Road.  I saw two buses go by.  I thought to myself, if someone were waiting at the bus stop, chances are the second bus would still be there by the time I crossed the street.

I looked right and left (that's what you have to do in a right-hand drive country).   When I saw that the road was clear, I crossed the road quickly and ran towards the bus.

I could see that there was nobody at the bus stop.

The bus could move on any minute now.

It didn't matter, I still had to try.

Run!  Run!  Run!

I caught the bus but had to catch my breath as well as I handed my bus ticket.  I thanked the bus driver for waiting for me.   He smiled and said that he could have left me to catch the next bus.  I smiled back and said that I appreciated what he'd done and that I wouldn't have taken it against him if he had opted to drive away.  He smiled, obviously amused at the fact that I had ran to catch his bus.

I took my seat after he marked my bus ticket and punched the machine for my receipt.

Before the bus moved on, one other passenger was able to ride.  

I overheard the bus driver saying something to the effect that she was lucky because another lady had ran to catch this bus earlier.

So, if anything, my running has paid off slightly.

One Run, Two Run

I haven't been running as much lately.  If it is not raining, it is cold.  Either way, autumn is not the best time for running early in the morning.  I can only imagine what will happen in winter.  I don't think I will have the courage to go out in the cold.

I ran along Old Northern Road the other weekend.  Ardi had pointed out that the Stockland run was 5k and not 5.4k as previously stated.  He had clicked on google maps and seen that although the route was 2.7k by car, it was 2.5k walking. 

There were a lot of things on my mind that day.  I was unable to run the whole length of my usual route.  I walked part of the way. 

For that particular run, I concluded that "TIRED CAN ALSO BE A STATE OF MIND."

If you tell yourself that you are tired and you can't do things, you will convince yourself that you are tired and that you can't do things.  Corollary to that, if you tell yourself that you CAN do things, you will convince yourself that you CAN and you WILL.  

Personally, I like the corollary better.

Last Saturday, after a long  break from running, I decided to 'just do it.'  I was going to put my corollary to the test.  I opted to run along Old Northern Road although I wasn't sure at which point I would turn back.   I pushed myself to get all the way to Olive Street because that would be the 2.5k mark.  

Going back, I just kept plodding on -- one foot in front of the other, one landmark after another.  The house is four bus stops after Tafe.  When I reached Tafe, I contemplated walking but then told myself that I wanted to be able to say that I had ran 5k again.  So I jogged along slowly; one bus stop after another, until I reached home.

I made it.  (Of course my legs were sore until yesterday.)

The Easter Bunny

Easter morning.

After making breakfast, I hid some chocolate eggs (given by my officemates) for the kids to look for.  

It was still early enough so I decided to go for a run,   

My watch has ran out of battery so I just had to make sure that I had enough time to go around my Coolong loop and be back in time to wake everyone up for breakfast so we could catch the 10:30 am Easter mass.

I greeted everyone I met along the way.  

Jog ... jog ... jog ... "Happy Easter!"  ... (huff and puff) ... jog ... jog ... jog ...

I felt like the Easter Bunny hopping around from one spot to another.  

(An image of Snoopy running around comes to mind, actually.)