Monday Morning in Sydney, Business as Usual

Oddly, Monday morning traffic seemed close to equal to that of Sunday morning in Sydney. Okay, it's odd to me; I find very little traffic in Atlanta when jogging prior to 8:00am. Pre-dawn meat pies and pizzas were prepared, placed and sold from shops that had street level counters. This, too, seemed out of the ordinary. Here we have a clear case of ethnocentrism, as in in my neck of the woods it's completely out of the ordinarily for traditional lunch food to be available and purchased before 5:00 am. 

Anyway, as for the run, after leaving the hotel, I turned in the opposite direction from previous day, as is my custom where possible. I headed out for my daily exercise hoofing it along the busy streets. In a mile or so I found myself firmly ensconced in a Red Light District. Sex shops, street walkers and more made that unquestionably clear.

One woman on the sidewalk stepped in front of me and asked, "How can you do this?" 

I thought the same of her. So, I clarified, "Do what?" 

"Run," she said.

"It's easy," I replied, while running in place as she had blocked my path.

"It's too early," she said.

Again, I thought he same of her. 

"This is the best time of day for this sort of thing," I said.

Then she made an alternate proposition for something physical to do at that time of day. I smiled, declined her offer and ran along. In a half a mile or so I exited the red light district. I kept running through a lovely I a boutique and upscale retail area. A glance at my watch suggested it was time to head back to hotel and get ready for a grand day of tourism. So, I did.

This is why I run when out of town. Give it a try.

Tom