As we approach six months out from my Great in(SANE) Inspired Adventure I am pleased to say I am still excited, still have to organise a HEAP of stuff, and still wandering around as often as possible.
Why, indeed, just this morning, egged on by the Foo Fighters, a semi-decent sleep, and my brain going mental with ideas for a massive project I’m working on, I even ran up the escalators at Parliament tran station.
For those of you familiar with the escalators at Parliament Station, you’ll be somewhat impressed.
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s an idea:
There is, I have since discovered, a Facebook page dedicated entirely to the intense fear that these very escelators have subject people to over the last several decades.
Basically, they are about 3.7 kilometres long and set at an angle of something like 78 degrees.
Which is why I have incoporated them into my several-times-per-week training regime.
By the time I got to the top, I was made aware of the err of my ways, and barely made it up the next ten stairs to the street. Actually, I barely made it to the ticket swipey thing to get out to those stairs in the first place.
The delightful folk at Metro are clearly on my side, and determined to help me acheive my goals.
With a not-unusual last minute turn of events, I was required to collect Chippie from school. Able only to sit all day at work, I was able to work though my lunch break to get things done, vertical-ating myself at one point to retreive a delicious, perfectly made latte, so that I could leave early.
The stop before the station I usually dismbark, in order to catch the tram to the school, was the unexpected and final port of call for the train I was on.
I can’t credit Metro entirely for the support and encouragement. It was a couple of knob heads, having a punch on that caused the stoppage. The waitage was related to the police who were called to deal with knob heads so we could be on our way.
Unsure as to how long that would take, a couple of other passengers and I set off for an amble towards other means of transport, while Melbourne carried on her scorching hotness. My advnture was in the direction of my preferred destination.
Upon arrival there, it was evident that the trams had also come to a screeching halt. Actually, screeching halt is not quite right. Trams tend to screech when they are moving, not halted.
Basically, there was not a tram to be seen.
So I carried on walking.
All the way to school.
Which is just over 3.5 kilometres; so not quite as far as I thought. I even made it there on time, and even managed to convince Chippie that we had to go home straight away.
He was just what I needed at that point, as I had also not eaten since an apple at around ten, and my stomach had ceased growling and now appeard to be gnawing at me from the inside.
No food, unless you count the four choc coated peanut brittle eggs I found in my bag. They’ve only been there for a week, so it wasn’t too bad.
Walking home from school gives me the opportunity to have some great conversations with Chippie.
Today, he explained to me how it is you turn into a zombie when you are bitten by a zombie (an infection, like a virus) and that pregnant zombies exist.
When the baby comes out it, too, is a zombie (it’s been infected, in utero) and looks really weird and the zombie mum has to put a nappy on it.
Because baby zombie doodles are weird.
And because zombies only eat brains, when they poo it comes out looking exactly the same as a brain.
I told him all those last bits. But he started it.
“Is that what you learnt at school today?” I ask.
“No, I just thought of it all myself,” he replied.
He is rather an intelligent little one, really.
All in all, I learnt much more about zombies than I ever cared to learn, and finished up having walked a total of over 6.5 kilometres.
Not a bad effort at all, and I think I’m well on my way to being prepared for my trek.
I’m also thinking I’m going to be afforded a much more leisurely and aesthetically pleasing wander on my trek, and not have to respond to thwarted attempts to get places via public transport.
How are you going with your training? Still doing stuff?
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