Tuesday, October 31st, 2006

I'm a little worried.

I think I am getting really old.

I haven't just plucked this thought out of the air. It isn't just another page in my oracle of insignificant crap to worry about (which by the way has an entire page dedicated to my concern about whether stepping on a crack really WILL break my mothers back)

THIS IS A REAL WORRY, AND,I HAVE CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE!

I've suddenly become very fond of the smell of lavender.

All old people smell of lavender and camphor and so,Im half way there!

I think it may have started with the lavender scented detergent the house sitter left here while I was away,and then I found myself buying bathsoap..and NOW..lavender CONCENTRATED washing powder.

must..breathe..slowly

This morning it suddenly occurred to me why you don't see many runners out and about at 10am.
It's bloody hot!

And then this sweet elderly man came cycling next to me (old people have always liked me,even before I was lavender infused). By that stage I had run about 5.5kms and was nearing the end and feeling a bit pooped!
He asked me if I knew how fast I was going and I responded with 'slow'..because I really didn't want to waste whatever little breath I had in a 3 worded sentence.
He then prattled on about how he thought I was doing 10 or 11..and that considering I was running into wind that was pretty good and then he said 'bugger' about something and laughed and peddled off and away from me.

I just managed to let out a small laugh.
I have no idea what he meant.
10 or 11?

Insects flying into my mouth at any given time?

Inches per square metre?

Km's per hour?

I wonder if he's concerned about the cracks.