Strolling Through The Mind Of Fog
Experiencing Fog with Jill Cox-Cordova
It topped the lake as though clouds had fallen in it. Somehow I envisioned the clouds to be whipped cream. No, I no longer craved it. Training for a half marathon provoked me to make a lot of healthier choices.
Yet, on this day, fog also seemingly filled my brain. Nothing seemed clear to me, specifically a decision I needed to make about business.
My feet danced a quick heel-toe, heel-toe as I continued my 6-mile workout in my neighborhood. Faster! Heel-toe. My feet blurred. I always walked faster than I jogged.
“Average pace [per mile] 13:45,” my app for walking and jogging disturbed my thoughts.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the sparkling water.
The fog was lifting. Funny, my mood began to change too.
I noticed which homeowners enjoyed yard work, and which ones loved classic cars. I realized some people actually used their front porches. They waved, of course, encouraging me to exercise for them too.
I shifted, as my route takes me down a scenic slope, past a golf course and tennis courts. I laughed—actually laughed—as a breeze seemingly pushes me down the hill until I’m nearly jogging, I’m going so fast.
I slowed my pace to march in place as four golfers in a cart crossed my path. They joked with each other about the next hole being fun, but challenging because the majority of them had to yell “fore” to the woman who lived near the hole. As long as I was in listening distance, I waited to hear that simple word. Their game improved that day.
Just a few more steps and Kennesaw Mountain appeared in my view. Green trees stretched to the elevation of 1808 feet. Briefly, I imagined myself at its top, my thoughts clear, the fog, now an evaporated memory.
I turned to begin my own mountainous climb home. This time, I watched the tennis players. A woman who had to be in her 80’s scores a point and celebrates on the court with a dance.
Soon a small white poodle reminded me to stay on my side of the road.
As I marched up the hardest hill of my workout, it hit me. I determined the best route to take in my business. I looked to my left and see the fog is gone from the lake, too.
“Average pace [per mile] 13:10,” my app informed me.
I always enjoy walking to clear my mind of fog.
photo by mike behnken
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