Finally, a day to myself! I spent a wonderful afternoon at a cafe writing my journal! Lol. Such a productive use of time. Unfortunately during the 3 - 4 hours at the cafe, I consumed a chocolate milk and a cafe mocha, which left me pretty bloated and guilty.
So when I reached home, the sun was setting and I decided to do something about the guilt and the calories that I do not count.
Unfortunately, I really detest jogging. It has absolutely no meaning for me whatsoever. Yet since I was too lazy to bring out the swim wear, and it was really too late to go cycling anywhere, jogging at my neighbourhood stadium was my last resort for exercise.
While walking there, I met other joggers who decided to warm up by jogging to the stadium. I steadfastly walked on and refused to jog.
When I reached the stadium, there were many joggers and some sprinters on the track. Everyone was evidently working hard to punish their bodies.
My mind rebelled against this hated sport and a conclusion was reached to not exert energy for this sport. However, since I was at the stadium, it would be pretty silly to simply walk back home. So I began jogging really slowly. My pace was so slow and casual, I did not need to breathe through my mouth, and many an elderly passed me by as I doddered my way around the track.
To my surprise, the experience became rather pleasant. I refused to bend myself to internal pressure and speed up to match the pace of other joggers. Instead I amused myself by changing my gait, lengthening and shortening my strides, bouncing a little more or a little less, and swishing my hips in an imaginative attempt to get rid of some excess fats. Before I knew it, 5 rounds were over and my mind was idly pondering the familiarity of some young sprinters who dashed past me twice.
After my 7th round, it was dark and my ears felt hot. It was time to go home. As I walked towards the stadium's exit, one of the young sprinters called out, "Cher!" Instinctively, I turned and realised to my horror that the young sprinters were students from my school. I had just demonstrated my lackadaisical jogging attempt in the presence of the very people I was suppose to be a role model for. Yet then again, despite my slow and casual jog, my unfit body was drenched with sweat. So I pretty much presented myself as I should be. Unfit, but making amends to be fit.
Since I had nothing to be ashamed of, I faced the student and inquired casually for the students' intrusive presence in my neighbourhood. They apparently lived in my neighbourhood too, which stands as a testimony of my country's success in increasing population density. Nobody really knows who their neighbours are. The students had came together at night in order to train during the school holidays.
After a few words, my student bid me farewell and rejoined his comrades. I made my way to the grandstand to do some stretches since the students may be watching, and one should always make it a point to do some cooling down stretches after exercising to prevent muscle aches and cramps.
Leaving the stadium and the view of my students, I steadfastly walked home.
