Straight from the (Jack)Ass' mouth

long time no update...

2 weeks since i put anything down and 2 weeks of school have passed and what have i been doing? running...

actually, dieting and going to the gym. what for? partly for health but for the most part... vanity.

first, i'd like to confess that i'm not much of a runner. in fact i'm not much of a person who does anything athletic. second, i've consoled myself that i'm a thinker and thanks to my overactive metabolism i havent ballooned out of proportion from my indulgent and sedentary lifestyle. but now a beach-body by the (semestral) break beckons me... and so i have the fuel to run... and run... and run...

so what about running? ironically enough what got me thinking about such a physical activity was philosophy... last week's lesson was about the physical world and sensuality.

sensuality is something that immerses us in the physical world... and as i've discovered for myself running is an excellent sensual activity. for people who run you know what i mean, for people who dont i'll try to aproximate.

first, one step. and another... each step - left and right - following up faster until a steady rhythm is reached. left and right arms moving at the sides back and forth. breathing in and out. everything in dualistic alternation. all working together until you feel it - you're alive. it starts when you start breathing harder, trying to work for every breath. then you feel the first beads of sweat forming, gathering at your brow. then the bittersweet affirmation of being alive: pain. just in little twinges, just enough to announce the existence of underused muscles. laboring for every breath you feel your lungs expand and contract; air was never more palpable. heart pumping away at a steady pace. you can hear the heartbeat in your ears. sweat streaks down your forehead, crawls down your neck, and plasters the shirt on your back. muscles burn. muscles tighten.

in my mind i talk to myself. this is nothing. this is x minutes less than what i've already done. this is nothing. i only need to do only one fourth of what i've already done. this is nothing. couple of minutes. couple of seconds.

it's done. it feels great.

posted by Peejay @ 6/27/2004 07:45:00 PM