the Walk home: just over the next hill

Note: Written on 18 Jan- unpublished previously due to technical issues

It's 2 minutes to Sarah's official Moving Day, I've got the boxes ready, and some half-thought out idea of how to pack, but I've yet to start moving things out of their places. 

I'm just exhausted, yea? It was a long day, starting with bible study at 9am, and ending with a hectic dinner shift. Was just doing the table-counter-kitchen-table circuit for the sixth consecutive time, when Boss stopped cooking to tell me my shift ended at 830 will I please get going. 

And then I stopped at the bottle shop next door to get a strawberry-lime cider on sale, but it fell and broke on the pavement one bus ride later because the paper bag fell apart. 

Anyway. Had a passion fruit sparkling juice instead and it turned out fine. Except that I'm still very tired. 

The photo today was taken while walking home from a bike inspection (ended up not buying that particular bike because I'm too short for it). It reminded me of my many (failed) attempts to get into jogging as a form of exercise. I would start getting out of breath after 15 seconds, but would tell myself to just get to the next lamp post, and maybe the tree over there, and well since it's near why not stop after reaching the next junction? Of course, my body is too smart for me to trick myself to run 5k this way, but it's always been my practice to try just a bit more, just because I can.