So I went for a run today, against the instructions of my body and also my mind, both of whom have decided they rather enjoy having cups of tea and sitting in warm rooms thinking about how satellites work (seriously though, how do they work?)...

Anyway, although my brain and my body disagreed, and my shoes punished me because they are well past retirement age and would much rather be at home near the end of my bed being tripped over when I am getting ready for work, my Greater Sense Of Things combined with The Guilt meant that I decided a run was in order.

I ran around princess park, or prinny, as the fit people call it. As I came back around to the Carlton Cemetery side, I looked across the green oval and saw the following, all happening at once:

- the sun, sinking shyly behind a residential college, acting as though it wasn't responsible for the huge orange and black clouds moving with purpose in the foreground.
- rain coming in from the city.
- trams, lit up little boxes with heads in them, tearing towards Brunswick.
- people turning on the lights in their cars as they drove through the dusk.
- a car beeping at an Italian man, crossing too slowly on the parade.
- in the foreground, a dozen enormously tall African men leaping over a soccer ball.
- up ahead, looking to see if I was watching, far too many anglo boys playing aussie rules in their undies (look at us! How daring! Undies! Aren't we crazy!)

And to my right, a cemetery.

Another thing that happens when you finish a full time project: you realise you've been missing out on stuff. HEAPS of stuff.

Also, you realise how easy it is to get a stitch and a blister in your foot when you haven't walked more than a hundred metres since April.

Oh my lordy. Anyone got any dencorub?