Nearly
a year ago, when my now husband and I became engaged and he moved
around the corner from where I lived, we decided to incorporate an
exercise routine into our weekly schedule. This meant every Monday and
Thursday, his telecommute days, we walked. A three mile loop at 5:00am.
I’m a morning person so this made perfect sense to me. I’ve never been
one of those people that can work an entire day, deal with the hassle of
commuting, then show up at the gym for an intense cardio session. I
mean when do these people eat dinner? For me, if I don’t move my body
in the morning, well, it just doesn’t happen. GH, who is not a morning
person, has never once complained about our early routine.
This
morning, as we stepped into the cool moist blackness, splitting cobwebs
apart crossing the street, I felt at ease. I reminded myself to stay
present, to focus on my breath rather than rush ahead forecasting the
unknown future. I consciously stayed on the task at hand. Putting one
foot in front of the other. This is when I noticed the black shadows of
trees and telephone poles. When my ears perked to the boisterous chorus
of crickets and cicadas. When I inhaled deep whiffs of warm honeysuckle
and fallen ripe fruit. When I glanced at all the sleeping houses,
knowing they soon would be bustling of energy. Poised to greet the
rising sun, my pace quickened and I took off, happy to be in that exact
moment.
Ps. Should anyone ask, there were no birds. I suppose East Coast birds just like to sleep in.
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