Old Stuff 6: A jog
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Last night, the night before, the night before........
Current mood: cold
Taking my first step out onto the street I can already tell that I should have stretched a little bit more back in my driveway, but i'll live. I breathe in......1, 2, 3, 4, and exhale.........1, 2, 3, 4. This is my pattern, and it keeps me from kicking over out of breath, as if suffering from advanced asthma. Passing the first stop sign, I notice that already my legs are tense. But I guess that's what happens after you do 2,000 jumps with a jump rope. The cold air flowing through me is making it harder to breathe easily, But seeing the smoke-like fog that comes when I breathe out makes it all worth it. I jog past Dale's house and notice his pick-up is not out front, so he must be out. Speeding up around the curb, I come across Matt's place, he's more than likely sleeping since he's got school early in the morning. He still owes me a soccer game. (I'm telling you, you can't block my shot man) I take a left at the stop sign at the end of his street and slow down a bit, this is one of the longest streets in the neighborhood. I can see the lights are on at Chris's house, His mom and dad's cars are out front, but not his. He could be running at the same moment up in Gaffney, especially if he wants to make 1st string. The one thing I love about running (and i hate running just to run) is that moment when your mind slips into another place, a dream world of bliss, a running heaven. It feels so calm and peaceful. Before I know it I'm on the finishing stretch, and it's the worst........my legs hurt........and my lungs cry out for me to stop. I can barely breathe. The cool night air that felt so good just moments ago now feels like minute daggers piercing me as they travel down into my lungs. However, I can see the church lights, which makes it ten times easier to tell myself to keep going. When I get to the church parkinglot I collapse. It takes me about two or three minutes to catch my breath fully........but once I do, I notice the stars. They are so amazing. How can people ever question faith? How can they say there is nothing else out there? Nothing except a God could create something so beautiful. The constolations are in full sight, I can make out the big and little dipper, orions belt, and the north star. After about six or seven minutes of star gazing, I turn my attention back to what I really am here for. Flipping over onto my stomach I begin stomping out some push-ups (i hate push-ups, ever since i broke my collarbone they are really hard) after about four sets of this, I go into my abdominal routine. "it's a great program, it's safe and effective, come on gang!" hahaha clinton you know what i mean. After exactly 8 minutes of that, I pick myself up.........and run more. The same way I came, just in reverse. It's so damn cold.........and I wish now that I would've worn my hoodie or something. Atleast I brought my beanie.........my ears, hands, and feet are the only things that get cold. The rest of me is all good. Finally I finish..........I feel accomplishment, I feel refreshed, but mostly..........I feel like passingout. So I do.
Last night, the night before, the night before........
Current mood: cold
Taking my first step out onto the street I can already tell that I should have stretched a little bit more back in my driveway, but i'll live. I breathe in......1, 2, 3, 4, and exhale.........1, 2, 3, 4. This is my pattern, and it keeps me from kicking over out of breath, as if suffering from advanced asthma. Passing the first stop sign, I notice that already my legs are tense. But I guess that's what happens after you do 2,000 jumps with a jump rope. The cold air flowing through me is making it harder to breathe easily, But seeing the smoke-like fog that comes when I breathe out makes it all worth it. I jog past Dale's house and notice his pick-up is not out front, so he must be out. Speeding up around the curb, I come across Matt's place, he's more than likely sleeping since he's got school early in the morning. He still owes me a soccer game. (I'm telling you, you can't block my shot man) I take a left at the stop sign at the end of his street and slow down a bit, this is one of the longest streets in the neighborhood. I can see the lights are on at Chris's house, His mom and dad's cars are out front, but not his. He could be running at the same moment up in Gaffney, especially if he wants to make 1st string. The one thing I love about running (and i hate running just to run) is that moment when your mind slips into another place, a dream world of bliss, a running heaven. It feels so calm and peaceful. Before I know it I'm on the finishing stretch, and it's the worst........my legs hurt........and my lungs cry out for me to stop. I can barely breathe. The cool night air that felt so good just moments ago now feels like minute daggers piercing me as they travel down into my lungs. However, I can see the church lights, which makes it ten times easier to tell myself to keep going. When I get to the church parkinglot I collapse. It takes me about two or three minutes to catch my breath fully........but once I do, I notice the stars. They are so amazing. How can people ever question faith? How can they say there is nothing else out there? Nothing except a God could create something so beautiful. The constolations are in full sight, I can make out the big and little dipper, orions belt, and the north star. After about six or seven minutes of star gazing, I turn my attention back to what I really am here for. Flipping over onto my stomach I begin stomping out some push-ups (i hate push-ups, ever since i broke my collarbone they are really hard) after about four sets of this, I go into my abdominal routine. "it's a great program, it's safe and effective, come on gang!" hahaha clinton you know what i mean. After exactly 8 minutes of that, I pick myself up.........and run more. The same way I came, just in reverse. It's so damn cold.........and I wish now that I would've worn my hoodie or something. Atleast I brought my beanie.........my ears, hands, and feet are the only things that get cold. The rest of me is all good. Finally I finish..........I feel accomplishment, I feel refreshed, but mostly..........I feel like passingout. So I do.