The run we don’t speak of… Sydney, Australia
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So after touring the entire continent of New Zealand in the cold, I was really craving to stay in one place… the SUN. Unfortunately, it was still winter in Aussieland, but their winters are a lot like California, not too cold with just a little rain. After a lot of amazing New Zealand cheese, ice cream, and wine; Jason and I decide this would be a good time to kick our “work-out” routine in high gear… meaning actually using our tennis shoes. We decide jogging would be the choice of fitness. The goal: To jog everyday while in Australia.
Jason was first. The plan was simple, he would jog for one hour and then meet us up for breakfast. After 2 hours, still no Jason and very hungry kids. We decide to go to breakfast without him. He arrives ten minutes later, huffing and puffing unable to speak. After slurping down a few cups of water while hyperventilating–we got the story. And oh what a story it was… Making a left instead of a right was just the beginning. Things went really bad after an hour of jogging in the wrong direction, he decides to stops and ask for directions..what is it with men and directions? The lady recommends he take a taxi to get back to the hotel. With a dead cell phone and absolutely no money, he was left with only one choice… Run Jason Run!!
This “run” has since become legendary. As we spent 4 more days touring all over Sydney, there wasn’t one place that Jason didn’t claim he had already been “on his run.” The girls and I had to impose a gag order on the term “On my run…” Kinda like that girl in American Pie with “once in band camp…” every other sentence started with, “On my run…” We have now officially titled this, “The run we don’t speak of… “