The Institute of Morning Jogs...
When God doled out the genes from the sheep and the goats and those who do morning jogs, I know which camp I am in.
I woke up early this morning to get HIM a Macdonald’s breakfast before driving HIM out to his job interview, imagine me happily swinging (not too swingingly) the Macdonald’s Big Breakfast Duluxe, I nearly bumped into two morning joggers.
The look on their faces and something about their aura tells me that this is probably not the first time they are doing their morning outdoors jogs. But there are morning jogs and then there is THIS morning jogs.
Morning jogs in a mountain resort with temperatures as high and low at the early twenty degrees Celsius and PSI index well below the cancer causing range - yes, I can understand that.
But in Singapore? At the heart of Novena? At Singapore’s temperature that is well over 30 degrees Celsius on any given day? Well excuse me if it is just a little pompous. Or just showing off!
And seriously, I never can get the morning jogs bit. There is just something extremely unnatural about waking up early on a day I don’t have to already. When Linda Evangelista once said that she won’t leave her bed for less than 20 grand, I kind of resonate with that - though I am not quite paid exactly that (yet). Waking up to pee is another thing altogether - so is waking up and then lazing around in bed with a magazine and then going back to sleep. But then, getting up, hopping out of bed, putting on my jogging gear and hitting the track is like asking a tiger to eat raw cabbages and dried hay- for its entire 9 lives.
Seriously, these morning joggers are to me are a separate race indeed.
Even if I have psychomatic fungue (a new word I learnt today from Drop Dead Diva just this afternoon) one day, I can never forget the look I saw this morning. Picture this: a bunch of too thin men in tight black singlets and too loose shorts (ugly obviously) jogging and looking at me defiantly with my big bag of Macdonald’s takeaway like I am some hideous troll under the bridge in three billy goats gruff - and slightly tempting too in a Macdonald’s kinda way.
(Above: Troll and the macdonald's Breakfast takeaway)