Because I am cheap.

The title of this post, speaks volumes.

I am a cheap person. I buy the cheapest groceries. I go for home-brand. I wear hand-me-downs. I eat leftovers from strangers’ plates at Macdonalds. Regularly.

Are you now convinced of my cheapness?

Unfortunately, I am still the person that I have just described. However, I was generous at the start of this year, fueled by some newfound convictions to morph into some fit and toned young lady. So I became a little generous, generous enough to buy myself a gym membership. But I didn’t get anywhere near fit nor toned, nor young. And some people still doubt the existence of the ‘lady’ in me. Ah well… what can I say?

So, because I am cheap, I did not renew the gym membership into the second semester and have been literarily forced out onto the street. This gym-less ass of mine now runs outdoor in one of the parks that litter inner Melbourne. And it is surprisingly, never thought I would ever say this, good to run outdoors.

I used to be one of those who never ran. Disliked the unglamness of it all. The sweating. The panting-like-a-dog act. BLEAH.

Then I joined the gym and became a gym junkie. One of those hamsterish person going on at the revolving wheel. It was good to get my legs moving and heart pumping.

Now that I am cheap. Or should I say cheap-er, I run outdoors at this splendid little place called Princess Park. I adore the crunch of the gravel, the noise from the football, the traffic going by. I crave the whistling wind and the coldness of my ear lobes. I even love the unevenness of the ground, makes you give a little more thought to what you are doing although it is still putting one feet in front of the other.

I am beginning to fall in love with running outdoors in the winter cold.

And it was all because I was cheap.