Ah…the park at 6:15 PM. Still light. Still chilly. But able to get in my 30 minute walk/run. Felt great to be out in the park again and off of the indoor treadmill, watching Dr. Phil. I’m not saying I am a huge fan of Dr. Phil’s, though I believe he does good work. I just need SOMETHING to focus on while I walk and yet go nowhere.
Sometimes when I am walking/running I wonder why I am doing this. It is certainly not fun. I would always prefer to be sitting on my sofa wrapped in a blanket, sipping hot green tea and reading or at my desk writing.
Though, being back at the park has its upsides. It is peaceful and beautiful and I see fat frogs hop into the pond, from sunning themselves on the edge. I watch ducks splashing in puddles left from too much rain. One of the paths takes me past an alpaca farm. They are interesting creatures. And I often see breathtaking sunsets.
I also often see 20 year-olds and 30 year-olds and 40 year-olds walking/running, which takes me back to the above wondering…why I do this.
At 60 shouldn’t I be surrendering? Shouldn’t I be giving in to what I want to do and say forget this?
Maybe. But the question that begs to be asked is, what do I want to do?
I want to stay as healthy and vibrant, and okay, fit, as possible for as long as possible.
Yes, at the moment I have to push myself to lace up my Asics and drive to the park. The next push is getting out of the car at the park. The (extremely) temporary satisfaction is staying put.
The (extremely) longer-term satisfaction is just doing it. At 60, I should have learned that temporary doesn’t cut it.