Yogging...

People say that the thirties are the best time of your life, and I am inclined to agree.  The one negative thing I had found about it has now become a positive.  Since turning thirty, weight has been an issue.  So I have recently started back jogging again (or is it yogging?  It might be a soft J).  I noticed during my jaunt this evening that my jogging time is my time to appreciate all of the things around me and in my life.  Almost every jog lately I have found myself spontaneously smiling several different times.  If anyone happens to look out their window, they probably think I'm a loon, panting and puffing and smiling from ear to ear.

Before, when I was working every day, I was too busy to notice much of anything.  But now, as I jog, I notice the smells of the newly mown lawns, of people's laundry being cleaned, of the ocean air, and of dinner cooking on the grills in my neighbors' backyards.  And I notice the sounds of the birds, planes, and insects intermixed among Travis Tritt and Brooks n Dunn playing on my iPod.  It's funny because for so long I have wanted to set aside some meditation time to help me to be more relaxed throughout the day.  But getting myself to sit still seemed to cause more stress than good.  But now I realize that, though outward appearance may seem to contradict, jogging is my relaxation, my meditation.  It makes sense, as it is the one time I focus on my breathing.

My mom sent me a cheesy forward the other day.   One about a man on a deserted island who cried over his hut catching on fire, a fire that later brought him rescue.  Well, getting fat was my hut catching on fire.  It pointed me to a new outlet that helps me truly experience life.  What are your burning huts?

"It's a great day to be alive."- Travis Tritt

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