Jersey sunset over St. Brelade during a jogging session.
My heart pounded in my chest as I commenced the climb back up the hill, the soft sea breeze gently caressing my gasping and beleagured breath. Oh yeah, jogging, I remember it now, the last time I had done any with any consistency was before I moved to Tokyo two years ago. But then again, I used to go to the gym at least 4 times a week, ride my bike near every day, I would skip rope, and I was a lean mean fighting machine of 40.
Currently I am a definitely stodgier man of 43, fighting a pretty bitter battle to get myself back in shape. Luckily I don’t give up easily, but hey I am not saying its easy.
Things come into our life to upset what we know as balance; new jobs, relationships, projects at work, having to move, whatever it is, you can count on things to shuffle now and then. We also have those moments when it happens and we accept the change, deciding to put things on hold until the immediate business at hand settles…..
And then suddenly its weeks, months, years, and the things that used to come to us so easily, become harder to pursue, because we know deep down that its just going to be hard to get back to the enjoyment part again, where its all balanced and peachy.
It takes time and effort. How many times have we heard that pearl, but its true.
My lungs were still screaming but the hill leveled off and suddenly I was on flat ground again, staggering more than jogging, but the steps becoming easier as I tried to concentrate on each one and enjoy the experience. Five minutes later, I was home, a big smile on my face because the the sun was shining and Jersey at this time of year is oh so lovely. Enough till tomorrow.
And then we start again. Someone once said, life wasn’t meant to be easy, but hey, lets enjoy the struggle!
That climb back from the beach will get easier…
