Run Hon Run

In an exiting interview of the ministry apprenticeship, someone remarked, "Hon hit the ground running". Let's see how far we can go with this metaphor.

The years before college were like a triathlon. A multi-challenge endurance event (Complicated by weather conditions: torrential rain.)

The years at college was like running the Kokoda trail, straight up for 'A Thousand Steps' which got steeper as you ascended. A cardiovascular workout. (With fog and falling rocks.)

The time after college has been a sprint. An adrenaline-fueled burst on a flat and clearly marked circuit, but it's fast and the minutiae matters.

Different types of running. But all that time, I only paused to catch my breath, take a drink or stop off the side of the road (excuse me). The triathlon segued into scaling a mountain, followed by a bolt.

... I don't even really like running, except for the sprints, which are exhilarating. The way I run is very bouncy. I expend a lot of energy which is not really suitable for long-distance running.

Recently, I've noticed some warning signs: twitching eye, broken sleep, return of a nervous cough, persistent muscle tension, negative thinking, nanna naps, bursts of crying, aversion to socialising, loss of enthusiasm about things I'm usually passionate about...

It's time to stop.

Cemetery Comedy

(Forgive me.) The afternoon at the Necropolis yielded some irreverent musings. I refrain from posting the following Facebook statii about the City of the Dead.

1. Hon sees dead people, all the time.
   
   
2. Hon rested in peace (read: Hon fell asleep at the cemetery)
   
   
3. Hon had a little giggle at the epitaph, "Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away"

Peter Adam would appreciate that.