*strut* *pose* *wiggle*

A lot of people might consider me to be a particularly motivated person. However, I would argue that I’m actually a hideously lazy bitch, and activity is more likely to come from impatience, rather than any true motivation.

Case in point:

I haven’t run a great deal, lately. Yes, I’ve been running a bit more often than usual, maybe three or four times a week, but it’s all short distances. I wanted to head out to Parkrun yesterday morning, just because I could. The only real way to get there by the start time, given the wonderful state of affairs with the buses (will someone please tell me why the bus system is practically non-existent on Saturdays? Surely people still need to go places on weekends), was to run. So I ran the 10km to Lake Ginninderra, kept it slow and steady. Figured I’d still be able to do a pretty fast 5km once I got there. Didn’t hold out much hope for a run back home again, but I had a bus ticket and surely there’d be buses by the time Parkrun was done with.

It was drizzling a little, but I didn’t even notice for maybe 5 or 6km, given that I was wearing a headband, a visor and a hoodie over the top. Not exactly toasty warm, but I didn’t start feeling soaked until much later. It wasn’t a hard run, despite the frustration at having to restart Zombies, Run! four times during one single mission. I got to the lake a little early, had to wander around for a bit. Ran the 5km, cracked my PB and even managed to overtake a couple of people. Which is always cool. I was pretty tired afterward, though. My legs weren’t exactly fresh.

When the race was over I got my phone out and did a search on google maps for the next bus. It was maybe twenty-five minutes away. To add to that, once I got on the bus it would have been a forty-five minute ride. Forget that. I did some quick math and figured I could run home in the same amount of time. So that’s what I did.

I wasn’t motivated. I wasn’t pumped. I wasn’t eager to get out on the road and clock up more kilometres. I was just bored, and impatient, and restless. Rather than stand around for a while and sit around for a while longer, I jogged off in the other direction and kept on jogging until I got back home.

25km, round trip. Not too shabby. I was starving all day, and I don’t think I ate enough to completely recover.

Now I’m going to go lie down. I tripped over and fell on the living room rug before. My legs are ouchy.