Jogging

So, I have taken up jogging.
You know, I always used to love to run as a child.
I don’t really remember when I stopped.
But I did…I totally hated running….
Until about two weeks ago when I decided to go for a jog.
This strange, abrupt and intense desire to pick up that pace has hit me several times, randomly, over the last eight years or so.
But now…I’m working on forming a new habit.
I love it. I look forward to taking to the wet streets of my city and bobbing beneath the cherry blossomed trees.
I like the nod of acknowledgment between the other hundreds of joggers on the street…as if to say, “good on you mate.”
Most of all however, I love when its over and I’ve arrived home. The key pops the lock of the front door open and as I enter my home I am flooded over with creativity. All the answers to the day’s problems seem so clear…and the problems themselves seem to have shrunk in weighty-ness.
Jogging is a new thing in my life that I feel liks has been a part of me for eternity and I am so pleased to be taking part in it.
I don’t want to encourage you to jog, but instead to find that thing that exhausts you in such an invigorating way.