You know what this is, right? A track. It's where I've been going lately to try to get into some kind of shape. I have a special event to go to in five and a half months so I need to hit this baby very, very often in order to look half-way decent.
As I start treking on this track, my enthusiasm sometimes gets as low as my sneaker bottoms. But once I pick up the momentum, it feels good. The body was meant to move. Around and around and around we go!
Part of the track goes by a swampy area with tall weeds growing out of it. I would NOT like to walk in there and sink into who knows what? The birds like to go in there, though.
My hair is now looking like I just jumped out of the shower and my bangs are sticking to my forehead. I look up and start to envy the life of this little bird. She doesn't have to haul her body around the track. She probably doesn't even weigh a single pound.
Could this track experience be like these stairs, a journey to no where? Or is it more like a staircase to the stars? Hope for a better quality body and happier life?
At long last, I've completed five rounds which is one and a quarter miles. I see this sign! Shouldn't it read "Keel Over Here?"
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