The night i went stoned for a run / anno 2013, melbourne australia

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Reggae music is not just great to sit around.

last week, the day after i posted my last blog about positive thinking i had the worst day.
Perhaps one of “ the worst kind”, the one with a locked door – keys inside ending. it all lead to the classic ‘by myself very late that night in a bar just down the road’.

It was midweek and the bar was pretty much empty apart from two locals who where already to drunk for conversation and so i ended up making friends with the bartender.

After a few drinks for the both of us, the night became more and more chatty.

I told him about my day, he told me about his.

he told me his name, i forgot.

he told me his name again, he still remembered mine.

The night went later and later and after Music, Parties, World peace and saving a wale we came to the endless topic named “Drugs.”

All of a sudden he mutated to Mr. Serious-Face and tried to convince me that he would do his workouts after a big fat jamaican cigarette

Me Miss-No-Shit!? one impressed listener..

The idea totally horrific after experiencing many nights with mates and housemates backed in-front of television with Nutella potato-chip-combination on cozy couch..

I HAD TO TRY THIS!

To be fair, To be fair i had to prepared:

-I went for a run every day for the last week,

-I always went the same round and tried to keep up the speed to slowly push my body from Couch-potato to SportySpice.

-I went always by night and i always listen to the same tunes.

-I received some weed

I rolled up that joint, put on a new playlist, got dressed in my unfuckeble sports outfit ( you know, the comfy stuff made off Jogging pants, Runners, massive ugly super sized shirt and yepp the classic scrunchy).

I grabbed my lighter and went out of the door.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Joint on my lips… come on baby light my fire…..

The first drags in and i’m waiting for the feeling, after half of that dammed thing i feel like sitting down and perhaps moving it to tomorrow. Aah this is my moment, i throw the rest on the street, turn up the music and start running.

thank the universe there is punk music… just when i felt like the hole idea was totally stupid and thinking about returning to my couch Arnim from the Beatsteaks is screaming with the heavy sound of guitar into my ears and kicking my sweet as lazy stoned ass..Motivation is rolling through my veins, my brain is dancing, my legs are moving – AAAHHHHHH i feel PUMPED!

I run, i run!

I ran faster then normal, i think.

I breath harder then normal, I think..

I have to slow down my self, i think… Typical stoner habit.. to many thoughts. i’m still running and my thoughts walking down on my legs.

I have a cramp.

‘keep up running Jackstar !‘ i have to remind myself that i’m stoned and just imagine the pain in my shin.

so i run.

I sweat much more as the last times, i think.

I feel very thirsty. Oh i feel sooO very thirsty!

The sweat is tripping from my nose and i can taste my own cold salty body water on my lips. I kinda like it.

The streets becoming endless and i can not stop thinking about this never ending road. I feel like giving up and i’m only half way trough!

And there it came. Down on me like the warming light of the sweet jamaican sun: the next song.

My run saver, my late-night-hero. Bob.

Through the speakers into my ears the sweet sound of Rasta.

Through the speakers the off-beat sound of reggae music.

All of a sudden i feel a new wind, start shaking my head, put back that smile on my lips. My cramps have disappeared, and home is near.

After all i’m only two corners, one long street and a massive hill away from it.

I’m singing a duet with Bob, we singing about buffalo soldiers along the streets of Melbourne.I am so happy. The moment is now and i wish i could share a tummy full of butterflies with every one of you but no one is near.

No one is behind and this goddam massive hill only in front.

The song changed, the pain is back and i’m still super thirsty. i need to cough, wanna spew or at least hold on to that wall to stop the spinning of streets and world. I HAVE TO SLOW DOWN….NOOoooooooooooooooooo

Ladies and Gentleman’s for the first time in a week i had to slow down in a run. i had to take a break and walked that hill.

Shame. on. me.

Disappointment is rushing through my vein, is building up and gives me the very last and final kick to run that bitch!

In the far distance i can already see the shape of my house, i can slowly see the door becoming bigger and bigger until my hand is reaching for the door button.

I did it. holy shit, i made it home.!

 

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”

– Dr. Suess