OK, I walked some of it. A lot of it. But! I ran some, so it totally counts.
(That ocean picture above isn’t from my run. It’s from a walk I did on Tuesday at Coogee. But that walk involved going uphill, so it’s similarly impressive.)
When it comes to running, I vacillate between Charlie’s attitude and Nat’s. (Charlie from the Charlie Davies Mysteries, Nat from the Baxter & Co. Mysteries, in case you somehow ended up here and don’t know who I’m talking about.)
Some days I think it’s awesome, I’m awesome, everything’s amazing, my mind is completely clear and I’m super impressive and I don’t even care that a woman pushing a pram and a man in his eighties just overtook me – walking.
(Yes. Both things that have actually happened. I am not fast.
No, really. My average pace for this 5K? 9’49” – meaning Alexi could comfortably walk beside me while I was going top speed.
Forget the eight minute mile. I barely make eighteen.)
Other days a football hits me in the head as I’m going and I want to kill anyone who dares glance my way as I lumber along. Though to be fair my murderous thoughts are not necessarily confined to the times when I’m jogging.
One thing that makes it more fun for me is listening to an audiobook as I go. Currently I’m listening to Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris (book one of The Southern Vampire Mysteries, also known as the Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood books) and I’m really enjoying it. I only listen to it while I’m running, which makes me look forward to getting out. But probably doesn’t help with my pace, because why run fast when I could go slow and listen to more book?
I figure if you’re here reading this then you’ll probably understand. 😉
There were bats flying over as I went (not to mention a bunch of creepers lurking in the dim post-sunset park), so it was all very in theme. 🦇