Well, I am my only follower. Only because I attempted to inform all of my yahoo connections that I had officially started a blog, but I'm not getting the blog thing quite yet; therefore, I only managed to invite myself. That probably means no one is reading my posts, but it is still here. A chronicle of our lives.
After collecting gym essentials - sports bra, tank, shorts, socks, shoes and a hair tie, I was off for the morning. The gym is quiet at 6:40. At this early in the morning I don't see many oranged tans yellow straw haired, energy drinking muscle builders. This crowd wears old road race t-shirts with the sleeves cut off, lawn mowing shoes, and shorts from another era.
So, there are a few that have it together with matching Reebok wear, but this is a group that is there for a different purpose. They want their heart to keep ticking so that they can take their grandchildren on vacation next summer, they want to dance with their partner at the weekend polka gig. They want to work off energy that won't be spent because for the next 8 hours they will sit at a desk hoping to keep their job until their retirement doesn't depress them anymore.
And I am there because it is my sanity, my balm, my glory. The gift to move, to run, to fly. I dare not waste it, so I use it daily. And when I return to the collecting, I have collected something that will keep my energy high. It wakes me up. It fills me. Now I can pour out. Little did I know today I would need it because there would be a lot of pouring. . . .