Today was by all accounts a pretty horrible day. It started with crazy traffic at 06:30. It was probably my own fault*.
I know I’m supposed to be out the house and pass a certain marker by latest 06:15 to ensure a relatively painless commute to work. The trip to Sandton normally takes 20 minutes max at that time of the morning. Leave any later and it can take up to 3 hours to complete the 17 km journey. Utter madness.
Yes, I could probably cycle that distance with my eyes closed and be better off for it on many levels. However, as many will know, Johannesburg’s roads are just not bike friendly.
There are also a number of initiatives such as Critical Mass, TourDeJozi and others campaigning for a safer, bike-friendly Joburg while experiencing the less visited parts of the city and having some fun in the process. You can view our antics through the streets of Jozi around the blog. But I digress.
I pushed on through the traffic and made it to work, only to be faced with some more challenges and the arduous trip back home through the horrendous traffic.
Against my better judgement, I also ignored doctor’s orders* and still went to the gym. Mostly to try and get some happy hormones pumping through the veins, but unfortunately due to the post-op discomfort, this also proved to be a pain in the proverbial.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all doom and gloom today. Chatting to some friends and family certainly made the day more bearable, but on a scale of 1 to 10 this day was certainly not a chart topper.
As the clocked counted down the last few minutes before the start of our complex’s AGM, coupled with some slight hunger pangs and feeling incredibly sorry for myself the most interesting thing happened.
I opened the fridge and found some cut slices of watermelon. Fresh, sweet, juicy watermelon. One bite into a chilled slice of watermelon and it felt like time was standing still, the heavens opening up, angels singing and all resistance crumbling.
“When one has tasted watermelon he knows what the angels eat.” ~ Mark Twain
Maybe it was the sweet, cooling, juicy taste of the watermelon or perhaps the more technical amino acids, vitamins and hydration boosting properties of this fruit. Either way, following that brief moment of pure bliss my mood perked up immediately and the day didn’t seem so abhorrent after all.
In fact that became one of my favourite happy moments.
Oh for more slices of watermelon.
*On Monday I was in briefly in hospital for a small procedure. The doctor advised not to partake in strenuous activity for at least a week (preferably two) until the swelling has subsided and the stitches have healed up.