a self-motivated walk.jog.cycle to/at the park

i surprised myself yet again.

first, for having a sudden urge to go cycling at the park out of the blue.

i was in bed surfing and basically doing nothing productive when the thought crossed my mind.

and since it looked like the sun was not gonna come out from its hiding until it sets, it was fairly easy to coax that lazy ass to get off the bed. and i did!...successful drag myself up - so that is second.

and third, and most importantly; for a record-breaking first time, i brisk-walked and jogged all the way to the park...alone, which i'd normally hail a cab or take a bus to. tsk tsk tsk. *pats my own back*

what else can i say.

"good job, kel. keep up the good work".

fourth, when i finally reached the park, i was sweating as if i was standing in the shower. okay, that's exaggerating. but i've probably only perspired like that...erm....say...twice in my life.

but it's all worth it; for the view i got, the air i breathed in, for the feel-good...yeah, it's the feel-good factor again. i felt alive!

caught this while i was cycling. quality of picture could be better. the actual view was 10times more breathtaking than this. use some imagination.

what's fifth?

i thought i was gonna take a cab back home from the park. but guess what? i got a FREE ride back. weee!

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"where there is a will, there is a way"???

yes it worked this time. but how come it never worked when it came to the books? sigh...

(oh, this kinda post should not end with a sigh)

anyways.

'space-travelling'

"service 3, next bus in 10mins".
10mins is a long time to be waiting.

fished out my novel and started reading from where i last stop, taking occasional peeks to make sure i don't miss the service 3. i'd usually start 1 page or so ahead of where i stopped, lest i miss a fraction of the story.
bus arrived on time. got up. took a seat and went back to my fictitious world.

was well engrossed until i felt the bus pulled to a halt. being shaken up from the hypnosis of the book, it took me several seconds to finally take in the surrounding when i looked up around me. felt like a lost clown.
crap! how long have i been consumed in this novel. how many stops has this bus seen already? where am i now? have i missed my stop?
scouted the area for familiar landmarks and saw block 102D. and i was going where? 102B or C, thereabouts. (i'll know the building when i see it) damn, i hate to walk back!
too late! the bus door slid close. argh! next stop then.

kept my eyes on the road and buildings around until the bus took a turn and, THERE, is my stop, silly! clearly wasn't thinking straight with that abrupt shift in my mind space.

phew~ how dangerous was 'space-travelling'. realized i do that a lot. whenever i'm engrossed in a book, i get carried away, travelling to an imaginary space; in this instance, the world of clare and henry, in the time traveler's wife

hmmm... :)