I didn’t have any milk this morning, so first thing I walked to the corner store.
When do you exercise? In New York, between college and business school, I belonged to a gym. I have absolutely no memory of how I incorporated it into my habits. But later, working for Air Products and Chemicals in Macungie, Pennsylvania in the 1980s, I’d take company-sponsored aerobics class at the end of the day. Van Halen’s Jump, and we did. And then sporadically, in the next couple of decades, I’d join gyms out here in Silicon Valley, or find one at my workplace. Bridges, planks, elements of physical construction. None of this is very interesting. I’m thinking out loud.
Recently, since I started writing this blog, and then having a go at fiction, I’ve been using the early hours of the morning to write. Out walking, this morning, so green, so early, struck me. Does your heart lift at the sight of things growing? At the sheer optimism of leaves? These are the questions we have the time for at this age.
There’s something about getting outside first thing, breathing hard, moving forward, before having a chance to wander down the long pathways of our thoughts–something bright. Maybe I’ll do it again tomorrow. And you? What do you do with your wild and precious early mornings?
Have a wonderful weekend, my friends, early, late, outside of time altogether.
(photos from my walk this morning. I moan about my neighborhood being boring, but the garden would beg to differ)
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