I just finished a workout in the little gym where I live. It’s still early, and before I left for the gym I turned on the coffee maker. It’s my reward for suffering before the sun rises.
Despite the aerobic workouts I can still afford to lose weight and get in better condition. It’s not that I’m a lost cause, but like most people there is a gap between what I look like and what I’d prefer to look like. So if I can’t get out and ride, I get into the gym and fight against the forces of age and complacency.
The real benefit of working out is getting home and taking a moment to drink a cup of coffee or two. On a nice morning like this it feels like a luxury. The workout is complete; I have plenty of time to get out the door and over to my office, and this time in between belongs to me.
I’m sure everyone has a point in their day that they can look forward to. Some people are clever enough to actually plan time to pause and soak in the quiet. For me this time just popped up as a result of the need to find workout time. I can think back to a lot of moments like this. They all share the same things. The stillness, the quiet and the feeling of being in the now. Time won’t matter for a little while. Until it intrudes, I can bask in the stillness.