Friday, May 01, 2009
Is it symbolic or am I just spinning it that way?
My work week has not been the most fulfilling. It had this gritty feeling to it. So, as I booted my computer down, I decided to force myself to go to the gym to work it all off. For some weird reason, I got on the train and decided to head home. While on the train, I convinced myself to go for a power walk in the park. I thought the rain had passed and I was determined to spend some time outdoors rather than indoors surrounded by people.
I got into Central Park when a few drops began to appear. I thought, "I'm here. Just do it. It'll drizzle at most." About two minutes into my walk, it began to pour. I began to run for the part of the bridle path that had some tree coverage. I got there but I kept walking. A heavier rain began. I kept going. A quarter of the way through, it calmed down. I picked up my pace.
And that's when it happened. The sky's opened up. It wasn't stopping any moment soon. It was torrential. I was drenched. No tree coverage would help. I began to run. In the rain. It felt good. I felt cleansed. I felt the week being washed off me. It felt very cathartic.
Because, when you are soaked to the bone. When your sneakers are the total opposite of dry. When the music continues to blare in your ears. And you are alone on a running path. Nothing matters. There is a sense of cleansing. Everything feels washed away. Leaving a blank canvas of sorts. And you are free. To create you again.
I got home and stripped off my clothes. Checked to make sure my iPod was not destroyed. Stretched my legs. And got into a hot shower. It felt good to wash away the week. Something told me to go for a power walk in the park. It did a lot more than give me a cardio workout. It gave me a sense of new.
Is it symbolic or am I just spinning it that way? Later.
My work week has not been the most fulfilling. It had this gritty feeling to it. So, as I booted my computer down, I decided to force myself to go to the gym to work it all off. For some weird reason, I got on the train and decided to head home. While on the train, I convinced myself to go for a power walk in the park. I thought the rain had passed and I was determined to spend some time outdoors rather than indoors surrounded by people.
I got into Central Park when a few drops began to appear. I thought, "I'm here. Just do it. It'll drizzle at most." About two minutes into my walk, it began to pour. I began to run for the part of the bridle path that had some tree coverage. I got there but I kept walking. A heavier rain began. I kept going. A quarter of the way through, it calmed down. I picked up my pace.
And that's when it happened. The sky's opened up. It wasn't stopping any moment soon. It was torrential. I was drenched. No tree coverage would help. I began to run. In the rain. It felt good. I felt cleansed. I felt the week being washed off me. It felt very cathartic.
Because, when you are soaked to the bone. When your sneakers are the total opposite of dry. When the music continues to blare in your ears. And you are alone on a running path. Nothing matters. There is a sense of cleansing. Everything feels washed away. Leaving a blank canvas of sorts. And you are free. To create you again.
I got home and stripped off my clothes. Checked to make sure my iPod was not destroyed. Stretched my legs. And got into a hot shower. It felt good to wash away the week. Something told me to go for a power walk in the park. It did a lot more than give me a cardio workout. It gave me a sense of new.
Is it symbolic or am I just spinning it that way? Later.
