It's repititive. Nothing exciting or exhilarating. No thinking. No teamwork. No adrenaline. Just moving your foot in front of the other in a moderately fast pace. What's the fun of it?
A while ago I jogged with my friends. I had them to jog with. So it was okay. The chat and laughter made it worth while. I'm still no big fan of the exercise. It is so boring that even the malay language didn't bother to invent a word for it.
I used to hate jogging alone.
The idea of it sickens me. The word 'alone' scares me. All you can hear is the sound of your panting and footsteps. No one to talk to other than yourself. Having to constantly be careful of running into bad people. Can't listen to my ipod cause I don't want sweat to go into my earplugs.
I jogged alone today.
Wasn't sure why. Could've rode the bicycle if I wanted to exercise. I had to get out of my system for a bit. My perception towards jogging alone did not change, my angle did.
Maybe the absence of a partner was what I needed. Some timeout for myself. Air, space and silence were my bestfriends.
Maybe the absence of thought was what I needed. To think. To ponder. To sort out some stuff.
Maybe the absence of adrenaline was what I needed. To slow down. To relax. To notice the little things.
Maybe the absence of fun was what I needed. To be more serious. To be more prudent. To be more mature.
* No one can change who I am. Except for me. *
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