A little off balance

Things started already different this week.  My new routine encountered a few hurdles and I found myself off balance.

Monday morning started a little different from the get go.   We were rushing to start our usual routine.  B was running a little late and I had an urgent call that could only be answered in one of the rooms in the apartment.  B didn’t want to be late so she left my ass, literally, on the throne.  So, not having the encouragement of having to drop her off, I simply skipped the exercise for the day.  Bad start.

For lunch we went to the small food court on the 11^th floor in her building.  This is another food court like the one we have here in our building that is mostly for locals.  I mean, the food courts that I’ve been referring to before are the big, fancy kind.  Like a whole floor of a mega mall, with all the bells and whistles of a major brand store.  The food courts for the locals are simple.  The signs are all in Thai, and only in Thai.  No photos, just maybe a few sample plates on the front counter or maybe just the ingredients to be used but no idea of what you’d get.  Regardless, we feel a little more adventurous and dare to get whatever they give us.

So, the lunch was that good that I didn’t even need dinner.  That was a first.  Skipping diner in the food heaven we live in.  Well, that was the first thing that put me off balance.

Then this morning, I dropped B off at her job and headed to Lumpini Park a little more energized than the day before (since I hadn’t ran since last Friday).   I started to run as soon as I got into the park and away from the car fumes.  Did my usual 2.5 KM jog and as I was approaching the end a fellow runner caught up with me and stayed at my pace.  It was kind of weird. I kept going at my pace and he was jogging right beside me.  Every so often I discretely looked his way but no communications of any sort.  As I finished my run and started to slow down, the guy turns around and tells me to do one more.  At least that’s what I thought he was saying.  So, I kept going and we did another round (2.5 KM).  It was his 4^th round for the day.  Apparently he’s some sort of Thai boxer doing his usual training.   He seemed to know a lot of other joggers as many people recognized him as we were going around.  At the end of my second round I was definitely done so he turned around and say good bye and I said “Sa wad dee” and went out of the park to cool down on my way home.

Weird but in a way glad that the boxer encouraged me to push myself a little more than the usual.   The peer pressure made me complete the second round and I felt just fine with it. Now, would this be the new balanced day or will I go back to my regular jog?  We’ll see tomorrow.