I don't know how often in my life I've able to say "T'm sore from doing laundry". Washing clothes by hand, sitting on an 8 inch high stool in a corner under the stairs, about 4' x 4', with one spigot of water (only one temperature--whatever the temperature is outside), and surrounded by buckets, isn't so bad. I enjoy it actually, especially as I plunge my clothes into the bucket again and again, making suds appear and splash all over! When my arms tire, I look at them and think of the muscles I'm working! I don't even mind when the clothes I am wearing get wet. In this climate, I'd like to sit in that corner, the coolest place in the house-- being concrete, in the shade, and on the lowest level of the house.--for a while with some laundry.
I wish I could say that my sore muscles come from a rigorous exercise in Lumphini Park before school this morning, but, in fact, my run was not so rigorous today. It was interrupted at one kilometre by a campaign for the Prime Minister elections (Election day is July 3). It was candidate #10, Abhisit. I had seen about 10 trucks on the street, with people standing in the bed of the truck, music blaring, and people speaking through the megaphones, old school style (that just doesn't happen in the States!). In the middle of the city, at this park, well populated each morning, they came walking in with their t-shirts, political bulletins, and megaphones, followed by TV cameras. It was conveniently timed in my run--I was getting a fierce side ache, despite my efforts to breathe properly! After walking through the crown (Slowly, so I could stare and observe), I ran again, only to be stopped by more video cameras--and another annoying side ache! I walked the next kilometre, observing the array of people exercising. I love the outdoor circuit equipment--I've been eyeing it for weeks. So I tried some out, only to discover I'm too tall for some of the ones working the legs (these are mostly non adjustable).
I began to run again, making 1/2 km until I really couldn't stand this dang side ache, PLUS, I'd been recalling what Ryan told me about the book, "Born to Run". I contemplated running barefoot, but I then wouldn't have shoes to go back home, or to school unless I stashed them in a bush somewhere. I was super conscious of my body--I felt I could run forever but for the stupid side ache! Then came 8:00 am--the King's song is played each day throughout the city on loud speakers at 8am and 6pm. In the middle of the park, everyone stops what they are doing, standing still to honor the king! So, I stopped running again, resuming for a short while before stretching and leaving to cross the street to school (Thai language school).
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