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I've been clawing like crazy to keep out of the pit. I've run every day this week, and used the cycle at the gym. I set a goal to hit 75 miles in one week, and as of today, I'm at 48. Not bad! I will meet, and probably exceed, my goal, by Sunday.
But still, my mood has been swinging back and forth between feeling sort of sad, like nothing great or exciting is ever going to happen to me again, and elation. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's just something I need to claw my way out of. I don't know.
But today, I had a moment of perfect joy.
Out for my run (really, it was mostly walking today--my body wasn't feeling that running vibe) this morning, I passed the same neighborhood park I often pass on my runs. It's maybe half or three-quarters of a mile from my apartment. I thought I'd do some step-up exercises on the bleachers that overlook a baseball diamond. After a few half-hearted steps, I ventured deeper in to the park. I've walked by it many times, but only once before have I ventured into it.
In the distance, someone was throwing a ball for their dog, but otherwise, the park was empty. The gray skies and low fog were keeping sensible people indoors. I tried out the low balance beam in the fitness area, but then my eyes turned to the playground, and I had a sudden urge. It's been so long, you see, since I've played on the swings.
My mind set, I walked over to the swingset. I sat down and pushed off, slowly extending my legs and bending them to set the swing in motion. As I started gaining height, my iPod switched to a new song--my favorite song, Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know." I went higher and higher, a grin splitting my face, knowing one of those moments of perfect joy that can happen on a foggy morning in winter.
1 comment:
Lovely!! Those kinds of moments are precious gifts. Thank you for sharing, it brought back memories of swinging from my favorite oak tree when I was a child.
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