Back On Track

Okay folks, let me get back to regular programing here.... what the heck have I been doing with my sorry existence aside from torturing myself with secret cathartic love letters you ask?.... I've been running a lot for one thing.... living several blocks from Central Park is awesome.... it gives me the motivation to finally stick with the on-again, off-again relationship I've had for years, with my running shoes.... it's just so much more interesting to run in Central Park than it is to run on a treadmill.... so, let me share with you some of the scenes from my frequent runs since I came to New York....

As you can see from the map (well, if you click it that is, it's kinda small), there are plenty of paths dedicated to runners in Central Park....I have a thing for running around in circles, so I usually stick to running around the Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis Reservoir (the big blue blob in the middle).... BTW, I hear that she's very beautiful, but that she rarely comes out of the water....

the map says that it covers a distance of 1.58 miles.... I try to do at least 3 laps when I'm out there, so that's about 5 miles... okay fine, 4.74 miles.... but that doesn't include the mile I walk to get to the reservoir and the mile I walk back home from the reservoir.... hey, it's a start.... unfortunately, my flat feet really do a number on my medial collaterals.... man it sucks to get old.... anyways, the Reservoir path takes you past the Guggenheim and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, among other sights and sounds....

I actually run for several reasons.... I've been trying to get rid of that pesky lower abdominal fat that started to accumulate after a certain age, which I decline to specify so I don't date myself.... but more importantly I'm trying to improve my insulin resistance.... I have a strong family history of DM type 2 so I'm trying to implement some lifestyle modifications to stave off the inevitable.... maybe it won't have to be inevitable?.... and of course there are the cardiovascular health benefits as well.... also, I was inspired by the runners in the New York City Marathon back in early November.... if a little 80-something year old blind lady can run it, then I can get off my lazy ass and condition myself to run it too.... you have to qualify to run in the NYC Marathon though, so I better get my ass in gear.... either that or take my chances with the lottery....

well, it's been raining and now snowing here in NYC, so it looks like the treadmill for me tonight.... I wish y'all plenty of healthy lifestyle modifications from the Reservoir in Central Park....

TECHNORATI TAGS: the reservoir, central park

to pom's immortal beloved

I had started to believe that maybe those were your tears of a final goodbye.... the final goodbye I had been dreading.... maybe it came and I didn't even realize it.... maybe you were bowing out and running away.... but soothing my pain with words of hope.... at least I got to see you one last time, as how I remembered you.... but then again, maybe that's not the last memory of you I'll have to cling to after all....

still, some of my demons are fighting me to come out.... remnants of them linger despite my many attempts at exorcism.... the one called doubt erodes my faith.... faith in you.... faith in myself.... faith in us.... faith in a loving Hand.... faith that what is best for all involved will come to pass.... the demon called fear taunts me with my every attempt at courage.... the one called grudge whispers the stories of past errors in my ear.... reminding me that I may have become that which I hated most.... the demon called self-loathing tells me that I was, and will probably always just be second for you....

"please pray" you told me.... I must cling to my better angels now.... before they abandon me again.... they remind me that although I was only number two, you will always be my number one.... they show me the love you inspire in me.... a love that persists despite the years that pass, despite the anger and pain, despite the doubts and fears.... a love that inspires in me the Spirit of forgiveness which can come only from Above.... a love that looks on tempests and is never shaken.... a love that bears it out even to the edge of doom....

it is a love however, whose power gives me the strength to watch you walk away.... away from me and towards your own life of bliss.... it tells me not to cage that which should not be caged.... to find satisfaction in watching you fly in your own green meadow rather than in the enclosure of my making.... it shows me happiness in your happiness, and not mine.... this is how I will always love you....

ever thine,
pomdla

TECHNORATI TAGS: moonlight sonata
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