Back when I ran as a part of my fitness training, it caused some concern in sleapy seaside villages in far north Queensland. I had concerned strangers turning up at our caravan last night inquiring about the perceived emergency.
People knew that my husband had gone fishing and they saw me running along the road doing one of my sprints (after I had already run several kilometres on the sand, which they had not seen), and they assumption in this lay back town was that the only reason an old plump lady would be running would be that her husband had been taken by a crocodile.
It isn’t the first time I have been greeted by blank stares when I said, ‘there was nothing wrong, I just run’.
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