I don’t know exactly which continent I’ll be living on after this summer.
This uncertainty has not improved my general mood.
This uncertainty has not improved my parenting.
This uncertainty has not improved by Chinese language studies.
This uncertainty has not improved my relationship with my spouse.
This uncertainty has vastly improved my running.
Yesterday morning, after arguing with my husband (across time zones via text message) about trivialities related to our potential fourth international move, I ran like I’ve never run before. I was the wind and nothing could slow me down as I sprinted 14k around Hong Kong’s Tolo Harbour from Ma On Shan to Sha Tin and back again.
I serpentined around the wheelchair-bound Cantonese pensioners being pushed about by maids from the Philippines.
I bounded over small coddled dogs wearing sweaters and their deposits of dog shit.
I disobeyed pedestrian crossing signals and flustered groups of fan wielding Tai Qi practitioners by cutting through their ranks with grim determination.
I was lightning. If thoughts could be visualized, a storm cloud of considerations and possibilities would have zapped from my head as projections onto the low clouds hanging in Hong Kong’s murky grey sky.
This typical plodder was a nimble gazelle.
Eventually continental decisions will become clear. Until then, I run. And I run faster than I ever thought I could. Result.