|The pantry was just too far|
But the odd stuff doesn't end there...why is it I can run a good few Ks up a hill and still be smiling, yet reduce myself to a wheezing jelly when trotting across a road during my lunch break? I can pound the streets for an hour with a smile on my face, but whinge like the Queen in a trailer park when traveling from couch to kitchen in search of hidden salt, oil and sugar deposits at the back of the pantry. Makes no sense to me, but what I do know is that feeling of purpose and sense when trotting through the streets at 6am. All is still, the new sun warms your face and your feet are doing their thing. Just got to learn how to run across the road and trek the three metres to the kitchen now...and maybe not think about my overheating car!