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?

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!