It was a day I shouldn’t have climbed out of bed.
In keeping with a new resolution, last Sunday morning I headed to the swimming pool. I used to swim a lot, but that was a couple of decades ago. I’m painfully aware of the weight I’ve put on since then, and my reduced flexibility.
I’m aware that several repetitions are required before an action can be completed a habit. This was to be my second visit to the pool, so not anywhere near a habit yet. I donned the togs and made the 20 minute walk to the pool. It was only when standing at the reception desk, I realised I had left my purse at home.
That meant an about turn and quick trip home. On the way, I questioned myself whether I would abandon the swim, but I’m pleased to report I grabbed the purse and returned to the pool. No chickening out. I even clocked up more laps than the week before.
I didn’t notice until this morning, but I left my shampoo and conditioner at the pool. That was silly move number two. Not smart given they were not the usual supermarket brands.
Back from the pool, shampooed, dried and dressed again, I decided to make a train trip down the coast to see a section of Melbourne I hadn’t visited before. A great feature of Melbourne is the public transport system, and in this situation I could board a train at the station in front of my apartment building, and alight at the station on the beach front. What could be easier? It was roughly an hour trip, but I had a new book with me and was looking forward to a break from inner city life.
I got to the barrier gate at the station and then remembered I had left my pre-paid transit card in the pocket of a jacket – hanging up in my wardrobe. I had to run back to my apartment, search through the jackets until I found the card and run back to the station again. Phew.
The train journey required a change of train at Flinders St Station. As there was a short delay before the second train was due to leave, I decided to buy a cup of coffee. I felt I’d earned it after all that rushing around. I’d taken my keep cup with me, so was happy that I wasn’t adding to land fill with a disposable coffee cup.
I took a back pack with me to carry my bits and pieces on my beach trip. I don’t know about you, but whatever I want is always at the bottom of the pack. I had to rummage through the pack to find my wallet, removing some items as I did so. You can guess what happened. As I was summonsed to another end of the counter to collect my coffee, I left my sunglasses on the counter of the café. My favourite sunglasses. Not happy, Jan.
Time to take a deep breath and keep my wits about me. At least I managed some serious reading time on the train.