I ran like the wind

I just woke up. It’s 2am and I had told my alarm to wake me up at six… however, I fell asleep with my laptop on my lap as I sat in bed. Argh. I think I must have woken up from an uncomfortable sitting position.

It was nearly 1am and I’ve had just showered, then put this lovely sweet-smelling green tea and honey cream on my arms and legs. It’s supposed to be Spring right now, and the weather should be getting warmer, but I don’t feel it getting warmer at all. If anything, it’s getting colder. When it’s cold, I like to put thicker cream or lotion on my limbs, sometimes body butter. Your body can absorb it without feeling sticky or sweaty. This green tea and honey cream is like that.

I showered pretty late, well near midnight. My mum always tells me off when I do, saying that there’s no point in showering at that kind of time. I think there is - it’s manically cold, and being in the shower keeps you warm. Not to mention I really don’t even like going near my bed if I’ve been out all day. I don’t like sitting on my bed when I come home from work unless I change into home-clothes/pyjamas first. I feel unclean, and I don’t want to make my bed dirty, so to speak.

On Friday night, Dylan and I went to that shady part of town - shady meaning there are strip clubs down the sides of the road and prostitutes lingering on the footpath or walking around. Regardless, the place there called The World Bar is a lovely place to catch up and have a few drinks. I was supposed to see a band there, but we didn’t get to see them because they started very late and we couldn’t get home too late.

We still had a good night, old friends catching up… and agreed that James was missing out. James said later on that perhaps we should meet up one night when we’re all free and chat over some drinks. Dylan and I shared two teapots of long island iced tea and skittles - two drinks containing vodka. They were great. Oh, the novelty in drinking alcohol from a teapot.

On Friday morning, I actually woke up very early, at about 5:30. My alarm hadn’t gone off yet but I thought it best to slowly get up. I was actually feeling motivated to go for a run. After putting on some appropriate exercise gear and dashing out the door, I actually felt great that I was going to go back to running regularly.

I ran around several blocks and took a route that eventually took me back home. I halted a few times to pick my breath up again, and took it down to a powerwalk. Overall, I ran about 3 kilometres.

I was so proud of myself when I got home. I was so proud I didn’t feel like doing anything else. I was so happy with myself that I had gone through that on my own. So proud. I went for a run again on Saturday, had a break on Sunday, and did it again Monday morning. /bounce I’m so proud of myself for this.

Anyway. I’d better sleep. @_@