OK! Reality check.  It’s 6:15am, it’s freezing and I’m jogging.  Absolute stupidity.  Add to this a fluro tracksuit, gloves and a beanie.  Now I’m scaring myself.  Add to this the fact that I’m singing “Barbie Girl” and you get the impression that I should be kept in a straight jacket for the rest of my life, never to be seen or talked about in society again.

 Some time passes until I see someone else.  Well for starters that dispels the thought in my mind that overnight a virus was released that has wiped out the world’s entire population.  Except for the red 4WD driver, and myself who are immune to it. 

It’s a man walking a dog.  I think “why so early?” then I think of myself.  I stare aimlessly at him, wondering what he does, where he lives.  Does he have a family?  Was he the same man I saw on Australia’s most wanted or is he secretly selling drugs to someone down the road?  They say it’s never who you would expect.  It’s just a man walking a dog, or is it?  I look away as we cross paths, just in case I see his stash and he pulls a gun on me.  I breathe a sigh of relief and look at my watch.  Only 25 minutes to go.

 I’m now completely paranoid.  If a tree branch moves it’s automatically a sniper.  If something moves in the grass it’s a pack of vicious dogs surrounding me, ready to devour my skinny runner’s body.  “Damn my brain”.  They say dogs are intelligent, so why would they attack skinny little me, when they can hang around outside Jenny Craig’s or the local gut busters clinic.  “That was my chance to quit too.”