Choices

Pete: Just walking in, you guys far off?
Gav: 50 meters
Pete: Perfect


Mike: Sometimes decisions kind of cascade one after another until you’re suddenly in a strange place.


As you know, It’s been kind of rainy and cool in Sydney the last couple of days. So when I was getting dressed 30 mins ago to go out for dinner I put on long pants and tossed a jumper over my shoulder - for later.


I was a bit late leaving, due to other questionable choices, so my transport choices had changed from walk, bus or Uber to just bus or Uber.


Obviously I decided to walk anyway. The sun is out now and it’s kind of beautiful.


5 minutes into the walk I realised that I’d be 20 mins late. Not a huge deal, but I also thought that it would be cool to blow up the 1:20 Google maps was telling me it would take, and do it in 55 minutes. Cop that projected human average walking speed.


As I was walking, I devised the devilish plan to jog a few of the downhill bits. I figured if I kept it easy I wouldn’t get too hot. It started well, then began to rapidly fail. I was warming up. Jumper in hand, evening sun on my shoulder. Spring in the air.


The next obvious choice was to loose the shirt, I was still in the neighbourhood, not many people around. No worries.


Now I’m jogging with my shirt off, and it’s not as tight an operation as it used to be under there. To counteract the visible torso jiggle, I decided to run faster. I figured that would appear better in the case of bystanders. This totally negated any heating savings I was making by loosing the cotton T.


Now I’m charging, shirt and sweater in hand, belly held as tight as can be. Slacks slipping down with the weight of my IPhone 14. Full stride run into the city.


Next thing I know I’m standing on the Pyrmont Bridge, crossing darling harbour, surrounded by tourists early on Saturday night.


I’m 600 meters away is the answer, maybe 300 by the time you’ve read through all this.

Pete: Perfect