Cool Weather's Back, So Hit the Track

The first "kind of" cool day returned and immediately, the thought of walking along the track came to mind.

Yeah, that's right. The thought came to mind with the words "Cool weather's back?  Hit the track, Jack."

Know where I was when this thought popped up?  Laying down on the couch in my comfy living room.

It was a resident teenager who said, "Come on, let's go to the track. Now."

"The track?" I asked in a barely audible voice.  I really wanted to ask, "Why?" 

The teen persisted.

      "Okay, okay," I reluctantly agreed. "I'll go get my walking shoes on."  Speedy Gonzalez I was not. Maybe the teen would change her mind if I stalled. Didn't work. 

Once at the track,  walking felt good.  Now here's a little game I played before hot weather came and I quit going to the track.

 At a certain point on the track,  where the number 3000 can be seen, my walking turned into jogging for a very short distance (probably less than one tenth of a mile). This was an effort to help with burning more calories and, therefore, losing weight.

So the first night back at the track, upon reaching  that dreadful number---3000---,  I began to jog with as much enthusiasm as a crippled hippopotamus jogging to the water.

     "Ohmygosh,"  I gasped as my body jogged. "This is hard."   My gaze was on the spot where the jogging was supposed to end.   My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.  My lungs were on fire. It was hard to take a single breath.

    "Out of shape?"  came the thought crashing into my brain. "Ya think?"

Gasping for breath, I told one of my sisters  who was jogging with us that if I keeled over and died, please put these words on my tombstone:

    "Died trying (to lose weight)." 

      Four times around the track later, I hobbled to the car, sweat pouring down my forehead, neck, and chest.

Maybe hot weather is going to return and jogging will have to come to a halt again.  Oh, it's September 6 already?  We're heading into cool autumn?  Hmmmm.  Okay, for the next few months, my mantra will be, "Rubbery track, here I come!"

DO YOU WALK ON A TRACK WHERE YOU LIVE?