Just The Jog.

Have to push myself real hard just to get up from bed and roll even more. I could see the few streaks of sunlight touch my window and I know it has been indeed days since my last jog and I’m feeling a little worn out not being able to move my legs and so with a cup of coffee and 2 glassful of water I went off with my routine after taking a good short cold shower to wake the sense out of me.

It was usual… a long walk to the same place I always jogged at and just enjoy the sights. Actually the place is a subdivision that is so far having a few houses in it makes it all still and calm. There was some jet flying 30,000 feet above me but my phone camera is not good enough to take it so I just have to find another good shot as the landscape of sugarcane fields went by in front of me. The subdivision I lived in is situated just near some lands that hacienderos from different lineage have had owned since time could tell and you can look at every sight you can muster filled with those sucrose filled stalks I used to cut down when I was little and enjoy every bite of it. But I’m cutting sugar now; I have quite the sugar rush in me.

Putting that away, I was more eager to just start with my jog as the sun chased me and I don’t want it shedding all those light without me starting a few laps of my own. Unbelievably, the wind is a little cooler and blowing quite hard even it’s the eve of summer and yes… it’s the 1^st of March where it is just s’pose to be so hot. I’m not complaining, I would love to have some air you know. It had been days that the scorching heat plagued every mid-noon and some tedious humid nights and I was too thankful to have one early morning filled with cold embrace from the wind.

It was just same other days I’ve been having, and the place quiet than ever, people now starting to bustle around but it doesn’t seem busy at all, there were a few joggers like me mostly old people with canes, sticks and just chatting around with someone they know and have come to pass by. The swallows would just swoosh down past me, the wind slowly teasing the grass and smoke from burn leaves from afar stains the morning sky… simple and quaint. A little more beyond a plane took off from the tarmac as its engines roared for a push vibrating through the air and filling our ears… the airport is 5 minutes drive from where I live actually and sometimes I would just bless myself with a motorcycle stroll or go cycling to it.

I had a few runs and maybe circled the usual lane I always have until I get my palpitations and make me catch what little breathe I have. Some jog, alright. It was fun though. Having to sweat off and just feel the morning breeze drying you up and the bright sun now hovering above me kissing me with every shed of light it can on me. ‘Twas good, relaxing and comforting.

Just the right kind of thing I do on a jog and the little things that I do enjoy with it.