I'll confess, I wasn't really in the mood to exercise today, but I did it anyway. There's something to be said for bringing your workout clothes to work and changing into them while arguing with yourself about how you can use that hour or so to do other things. (Seemingly) More important things.
I ended up going to what has become my favorite park. I beat down the familiar path and was pleased to see all kinds of things. To be honest, I don't really think about much of anything in particular while jogging. A common refrain in my head would sound like "REALLY? Another minute to go? I SWEAR that I should be back to walking by now!"
That, and "I LOVE MY PLAYLIST!!!"
I'm such an odd duck some times.
One of the things that I try to do when jogging is to challenge myself a little bit. I'm becoming pretty good at judging how long it's going to take me to get to a certain point when jogging, so I'll look ahead and pick a landmark of some sort. I especially do this when I know I'm reaching the halfway point in my workout. For weeks, now, I've been striving to reach a certain point in my jog as my halfway point. And for weeks, it has eluded my grasp. The thing was, it just was a little bit too far away and there wasn't enough time in my workout to reach it.
But tonight...oh, tonight...
I not only reached my longed-for "Halfway Point", I surpassed it! Not by a whole lot, but enough to make me extremely excited.
And no, I didn't run 3 miles to reach that point. I really ran closer to 2.5. The place where I start my jog is just before the 2.0 mile marker along the path. But man, was I excited.
As I was trucking along on my way back, I started looking at the joggers who were going the opposite direction. Many of them were people I had passed going out to my halfway point. It seemed as though they, too, had reached their halfway point and turned around. And I got to wondering...Where do they run to? And where do they start from? And for them, what is their "halfway point"?
Each of us have a point we get to. A place where we try to reach before having to return back to the cares and struggles of everyday life. While jogging along that path tonight, I was able to leave behind the things that have been weighing me down today. The things that have been put on my plate (primarily by my own choice)...Those things were left behind the moment I shut my car door and hit the center button on my iPod to start my workout.
But I reached a point in my jog where I realized, I was going to have to go back. And no, it wasn't just because the little voice on my iPod told me I had reached my halfway point. It was because I knew that I couldn't leave those things behind forever. That eventually I would have to make the trek back to my car. And by entering my car, I would have to go back home at some point. And by going back home, I would again be entering into the "real world".
What do you do to escape from the world? Each of us has to at some point and time--I don't think we'd be able to cope otherwise. And what is your halfway point? What makes you decide to turn around and come back, to face up to those things that you chose to leave behind, even if only temporarily?
Just some food for thought.