I used to chase shaded paths on my runs, a respite from the strong Singaporean sun & humid heat. Nowadays, I seek out the least pedastrianed paths. I avoid the Gardens next door when it used to be one of my go-to routes, as well as many other familiar curcuits as they are plied by fellow runners, walkers & cyclists.
Vehicular traffic is sparse now, replaced by Fellow Exercisers keeping appropriate distance by spilling onto the roadways. I prefer to nip down smaller lanes where I have the pavement to myself. And new paths lead to new sights, like this interesting home on White House Park.
As part of Tender-hearted Younger Daughter’s curriculum, we are reading excerpts from Z for Zechariah. It’s just like what we are going through now, Mom! she quipped this morning. Perhaps not the best time to read post-apocalyptic literature.
There are days when I am running down a quiet street all by myself and I wonder if I have been left behind. Maybe I have gotten too adept at finding unfrequented sidewalks.