My Morning in the Office

I’m up early, I’m always up early. I sign into work early. 7am. Blah, blah, blah, that’s what my brain does when I think about work.

I ate my breakfast Go for a walk! Go for a walk! My brain tells me, like I am capable of forgetting.

I drink my coffee. Go for a walk! Go for a walk! My brain tells me again.

Okay, I think when I am done eating. Go for a walk! Go for a walk!

I pull on shorts and a t-shirt back upstairs in the bed room.

And then I’m ready to get my lazy arse out the door early and go for a walk for an hour. (30 to 60 minutes walking a day reduces the risk of heart disease by 40%, I repeat that to myself and it gets me up and gets me moving) 

You’ve got to love working from home.

The sun is shining.

Head phones in, I shut the front door behind me. 

People are heading to the city, all moving in the same direction, dotted about on the street. Poor, sad bastards, I can’t help but think.

As I stepped up to the lights at Nicholson Street, I tripped on nothing in particular and fell forward grabbing a post to stop myself, just as a car whizzed by. I could feel the slipstream of the car blow against my face. Wow, I think, that is how accidents happen so easily.

It’s a lovely day not to fall in front of a speeding car.

Twice around the park and home again and that is an hour.

There is a hot boy with beefy arse in tight tan pants drinking coffee on the first corner of the park. Nice, I think. Soldier on.

Walking down Rathdowne Street a guy jogs passed me from behind. I am lost in my walking world, singing to myself, enjoying the fresh air. The next time I look the jogger is half way around the park on the other side. How did he do that? I wish I could still jog, but if I do I get a shin splint in my right leg which makes it almost impossible to walk, let along run.

An obese boy walks towards me in black, good for him, he is out every morning exercising, along the Rathdowne Street end of the museum.

I sail around. And the first rotation seems quick as anything.

I sail around again, and then I am done, just like that.

So easy, I think.

I find in no time, I am heading back down Gertrude Street, just like that/

9.30am. I’m home again. Back to my office for the rest of my day at work. It is my easy week. The time disappears like so much I Dream of Jeanie smoke.

Then the day is done, kind of just like that. Not too many people took advantage of my expertise today. Do you like that? Translation, the annoying people were pretty quiet.

After work, we take the dogs for a walk.  Another hour, but that’s because this hour is slow. Big Boof, and Little Boof – even if the difference in their size is indiscernible now a days – sniff, sniff, sniff everything they can. It must count for something though, surely.

How come I am putting on weight when I am doing all this walking, I think?