Ready? Set? WALK!

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!

At least while walking around that track, I get to see gorgeous New England scenery like this:

                     

    

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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.

Looking down on the ground in the grassy middle of the track, there are sweet little flowers like these. They don't have to worry about losing weight. They are happy just being alive!                                                    

About the third time around the track, I start to identify with  these bleachers:

By the time the fourth round comes up, my brain feels like this part of the track:                                      

  

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?"

Whoops. Sun is setting. Better head for the car. Yah who!  I feel fabulous.  See ya tomorrow, track!