I have been telling myself that I needed to jog in 2014 if I was to "retrace my steps" back to music. See I am convinced that jogging increases your lung capacity, and a singer is 'their ability to sustain and belt out notes" ala Whitney or Beyonce. Procrastination is however the bane of all dreams and ambitions, so I sauntered through life waiting for a sign from the gods perched loftily above that it was time to commence this most sacred odyssey. Idiotic me...
This year however, I woke up with the insatiable desire to rekindle my "nascent," nay dead and cremated love for music. So I took up exercising; nothing too strenuous, we don't do hardships. Funny thing about 'aerobics' (skipping to 300 and panting like a heifer on heat), is that you acclimatise and need more to reach the "same high". So my work-out started to increase in intensity, and I swear the first few days after I thought I would die from feeling "constricted". This must be how voluptuous women feel when they adorn themselves with a corset, in their quest to attain that hour-glass figure albeit momentarily.
But come Wednesday morning, 29th Njaanuary I presume, (my arithmetic was always sh*t), I kissed the pre-dawn engulfing darkness, embraced its essence and exclaimed, "Alas, today we run!" That alone set in motion a flurry of activities; looking for comfy shoes and pants, wondering what sweater would buffer me from the biting cold, debating with myself loudly if I should carry my phone. Or why pray tell I didn't have them fancy iPods people run with. Btw do people Whatsapp while jogging? Someone needs to conduct that study.
Then my bundles decided to isha, and that was the sign I had been waiting for with bated breath! There was no internet to tether me to the comfort of my shags house, so to the neighbours I pranced humming songs of victory that I had finally won this battle against self! Oh the gait with which I made way to this house a few metres from mine, painted tales of warriors valiantly walking away from battle fields with victory atop their feathery head gears. Le sigh
And jog we did, every cell in my "frail" body cursing me for subjecting them to such torture! As in! That jogging trail was nothing like I had imagined; no swaying trees and whispering winds canoodling amorously with the starry sky. Nothing but treacherous terrain, callous cold and darkness teeming, nay heaving with ghosts of by-gone days! I must have picked faces, shapes and shadows stealthy lurking at the corners waiting to pounce on us and drain us of warm blood from our throbbing veins. But the devil is a liar! We ran.
Going up the "hill" to Mountain-view estate and eliciting encouraging shouts from the guards, it finally dawned on me that I was no longer all intention and no action. I was jogging, by George I was jogging and not writhing in pain as I had envisaged my return to running. As we jogged down the tarmac, I looked at the sky and true to form, the crescent moon was dangling precariously next to a lone star. Venus or Mercury or Jermaine, stars have names I hear. It was such a welcome relief to see that kind of disarming beauty at the break of dawn.
I got home and after collapsing on the floor like a pile of clothes, first thing I did was pick myself up post recovery, reach for a glass of water that I gulped to banish the beads on sweat on my temple, then switch on my laptop.
Baggage claim was gonna be my reward, and it was well worth it. Did I mention that the first song I listened to when I woke up was grown woman by Yonce? Kwanza speaking of Bey, who slashes alphabets from a mononym? As in now your mononym gives birth to a moniker? Moving along swiftly...back to bidness.
Why am I acting like the first negro to jog at five am? Well...because in as much as I detest "public displays of affection", vanity dictates that I get "hugged" for surviving this. No mean feat people, it no be easy feat oh!
Sit ups, a couple of intermittent push-ups, jogging twice a week, I must say I am well on my way to reflecting the life of a fit multi-millionaire. There will be no other post about me exercising until I run the Nairobi Marathon later this year, yaay!
So I want that T-shirt above from E-bay for my birthday :) And dear God after that exhilarating jog, Weetabix, milk and honey never tasted so divine! And yes this has been a week of 'firsts', I applied for space at Pawa 254, applied for that Washington Fellows thingamajig that allows you meet Obama when you're picked, and yes, today we has Read Aloud at Kilimani Primary school and I saw Kelvin from 6 Red read from his Braille extract. I feel so alive *drags Sage and tethers her to blog post*
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