Try as I may, there come days
with insuperable circumstances that make it impossible to commit to my running
and workout schedule.
Though I knew from the start that
taking the evening off from my work schedule and devoting an hour, hour and
half was a shakey proposition, but that did not stop me.
The first of such
evenings was testament enough that I had found my soul mate, but the lack of
foundation did not deter me.
Even as I organised the cluttered cupboard of the
thoughts and ideas, lap after lap, my growing dependence did not alarm me.
Its been a fortnight since I met
the tracks.
Now, a fortnight later, when every excuse in the book has failed to
rationalise, every engagement has overdrawn its validity, every pretence has lost
its significance, Here I am, at the very beginning, right where I began.
Lower on the toning, but higher
on the wisdom.
Maybe a little embarrassed,
Maybe a little sheepish,
but definitely more confident of
the depth of my emotion.
I need this, I really do.
Be it on the treadmill or in a
park,
Be it with Runtastic, or for a
lark,
Be it in the morning, or after
dark,
I need this, I really do.
For the thoughts it helps sort,
For the muscles it keeps taut,
For the love of wine, red and
port,
And for the black skirt that’s really
short,
I need this, I really do.