I am currently away right now from my home due to a family member’s health emergency, which is giving me perspective right now, about my own recent down grade in self care.
Since launching my first novel I have been eating bad and exercising sporadically. I’ve put on a few pounds which is something I have no business doing because they don’t come off as easily as they go on. Seeing this family member struggle with health has given me appreciation for my own great health and with that intent in mind I set out for a short jog, before I head off to spend the day at the hospital.
At home I walk/run on gravel roads and being in the city I was looking forward to nice paved/ concrete running surfaces. Just out the doorway in the parking lot I came across the following debris.
I have to admit it caught my attention as I went by. I stopped, went back, and captured this photo. I immediately began to wonder how it all got there. The Chanel perfume box, the heels, the plastic covered roses, the brown facecloth, a cigarette butt all strewn on the pavement. It smacks of a romance gone bad.
Shortly thereafter I came across a beautiful boulevard lined with roses. By this point in my run I was gasping for air, a state made pleasurable by the deep rose scent. A couple of turns later and I came across this lovely pond.
I abhor exercise. That’s why it’s usually the first thing to go when my life gets out of control and I am overwhelmed. I didn’t complete a solid 5kms of straight running, which tells me I have some work to do. I have fallen off the exercise wagon enough times to know that a couple of weeks and I’ll be there if I want to work at it. If I do, I know I will come across some pretty interesting sights.