A single bead of sweat drips from my brow and down the side of my face as I continue to peddle without gaining any ground on the stationary cycle. A middle-aged woman looks over my shoulder to view what I am looking at on the screen of my phone and then coughs—directly in my face. I get up to leave the gym already annoyed at the fact that all of the treadmills have been taken. From the look of the packed gym, it’s clearly the second day of January during the week when everyone is extremely gung-ho about their New Years resolutions.
It’s not until I get back to the car that I adjust my thoughts to view the positive aspects of the situation. Yes—this is the time of year when I have to wait a little longer for a treadmill at the gym, but it’s also the time of year when people come off of the high of the holiday giving season and focus on accomplishing goals that are set to better themselves. (more…)
“Jasmine, what the hell kind of to-do list is that?” My sister was looking at a list I had posted on my wall. “You know most people have lists like ‘do the laundry’ or something normally like that?”
I glanced at my unconventional list.
- Run a marathon.
- Write a book.
Those are the things listed under the “To-Do” section of the dry erase calendar that is hanging on my bedroom wall. I have often been known to set goals in life only to never actually start achieving them until I lit a fire under my butt. However, it was when I tricked myself into giving my goals actual deadlines that I at least made progress in working toward my goals. (more…)
Rubber soles pounded the warm asphalt creating a steady, but rhythmic, slow-tempo drum beat. They had carried my legs with ease for nine miles on the winding streets of Eugene, Oregon before I felt the slowly creeping soreness of a run that was lasting too damn long spread through my overworked leg muscles. I did my best to breathe in the cool and refreshing air that had been warmed a little more by the bright sun since the start of the race over an hour before. I had enjoyed the run, glancing over at the tall green trees that proudly stood as they decorated the Northwestern track town, for two more miles before thoughts of confusion snuck into my mind.
Why the heck did we pay to do this to ourselves? I thought as I continued to place one increasingly heavy foot in front of the other. Everyone here is absolutely nuts.
Somewhere in the middle of splashing in a puddle of my own sweat, I felt a chilling sense of regret creep up into the back of my mind.“Why the hell am I running so damn far?” I thought to myself as I continued to swiftly place one foot in front of the other. The masochistic form of transportation by my own legs seemed ridiculous when I really thought about it for too long, but I continued to keep on going anyway.