Weirdo

Today I did a jog (still refuse to call what I do running)/walk over the hill to the Gallery of Modern Art to meet my friend Sam and sister katy. It was beautiful this morning, so so so beautiful. My heart did a few leaps of happiness as I walked through Corstorphine hill in the sun.

Yesterday I did a jog around the hill in the morning. I like to jog on the hill as it's beautiful and if I was to jog around the streets here I would bump into several folk I know and I don't want that, I do my jogging in secret. I don't parade in my tight lycra letting the world know that i'm about to participate in.......Jogging.

John's school playground is awash with lycra clad mums in the mornings all ready for their run/gym. I don't like that. I no longer go in the mornings as John is a little more independent than most of his classmates who in my opinion are more than capable of getting to school on their own but no...............the lycra mums are there seeing their ( some double figure ages) kids into school. I had to take a friends wee girl in yesterday so to my shame I was one of those mums.

Once the bell had gone I walked up the hill (so nobody could see me run) then I jogged. It felt great. I'd done about 20 mins. Then I slowed to a walk as I came off the hill, across the road and onto the footpath. Then horror of horrors, I could see LOADS of figures on the path. Cos I wasn't wearing specs or contacts, I couldn't see who they were but didn't want to chance it. I went into panic mode and kind of dived through a small area of trees and bushes so I could avoid the path and walk on the grassy area. As I emerged from the trees, a familiar voice coming from a bike that'd just passed me said.................................................

..............................."mornin' weirdo".

I saw him (John's friend's dad) today where he delighted in recounting seeing me emerge from bushes that nobody really has a reason or need to walk through.

Yep............. my irrational desire to not be seen jogging resulted in me appearing to be more than a little bit strange. Probably even stranger than I do running.

Venting on here has made me feel less weird, although I know that I am. I think I'm probably in similar company here..........

Have I mentioned before that suburbia isn't really............me?

This photo is of beautiful blue sky and sunlight through a window in the Dean Gallery.