Oh Hello Tuesday

Running in the morning can be difficult. It's already part happening before I even wake up properly and while I'm out on the road I'm gradually becoming more refreshed and preparing myself for the day. But each morning also seems to have a slightly different feel... like they all have their own personalities. Monday, she can be a bit hit and miss. It all depends on how she feels about Sunday as to whether its going to be a hard slog (because I ate too many carbs and had a lazy day!) or ready and powered up after taking a day off from the pavement. Tuesday is the practical joker. Tuesday is today and I've just once again been punked.

You see Tuesday is rubbish collection day in my suburb. With a mind still half asleep I can never quite remember not to run too close to the bins, as any other day they are not there, not in my main line of running. The houses in my suburb have a large area of bitumen set in front of them before the actual road so it means the owners need to roll their bins out a long way... but there's no particular spot for the bins or any sort of general rule... which is fine, but it also makes for some sort of early morning obstacle course.

So running on Tuesdays... gradually becoming more refreshed and preparing myself for the day as I run along. Focusing on powering through to the end... then all of a sudden BOOOOM! It takes me aback, I try not to stumble (highly embarrassing...I try to act normal...I'm cool). It's in my throat! Swinging from my tonsils! And just when I really need good, clean air deep in my lungs, I've taken in a big breath, just as I've come to a bin! Garbage gas in my face, in my mouth and its soooo not funny!

To make matters worse, this usually happens at least twice every Tuesday. There's a big hill I need to get back up to get home. It's on one of those little roads that you're never quite sure if there's another car coming, and there sure ain't enough room for two cars, a runner and the bins. So I have to run near the bins. And of course there's always one strategically parked right at the top of the hill, just as I come over the incline. Perfectly positioned for deep breaths. Tuesday morning you are not my favourite!