“So, how long is the reservoir again?”
“About 4.3 click.”
“And how many rounds is that around the track?”
“About 11 rounds plus.”

And so, we ran. Initially, a little conversation would pop up every now and then, but as we got on our pace (and, perhaps, increased it ever so unknowingly?) we fell silent, lost in our own worlds.

My mind was a wandering and wondering mind. My thoughts went from the crunching of the gravel under our shoes to the sync of our steps to the exhaustion I was feeling. And when it became a mental over physical challenge, I distracted myself by letting my thoughts flow to the “when it rains, it pours” situation I was in to the night out I had the previous night to the lovely week I had before. And when I felt too depressed when I thought about certain things, I remembered why I was running again and concentrated on the crunching of the gravel under our shoes to the sync of our steps to the exhaustion I was feeling until a cobweb gets caught on my thighs and I swat them off awkwardly while I still held my pace.

I was still concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other when…

“You want to go for round two?”
“Huh?” I was totally lost.

Apparently, that was the whole reservoir.

“Are you serious? That was it?”
“Uh, yeah. Haha.”
“Okay, that was… a bit disappointing, I must say.”

Sweaty and a tad breathless, we took a stroll to the park nearby where we spotted some swings and decided to have our second childhood there. Then we went on to talking about our daily routines lately, the problems we’re struggling with, the situations we’re in and he wanting Christmas to come soon.

So I started belting out Christmas carols and Christmas songs that I knew, but I was rather bad at most of them since I could only recall the first two lines or the first stanza and chorus of the songs. In which he totally could not stand it anymore because by then, he really wanted Christmas there and then.

It was fun, running under 30 mintues and chilling for two hours 🙂