Normally, people do their morning exercise by walking or jogging in the park. At the place I live, to get to the park is one main problem.
Getting out of my house, and go toward the nearby park could take couple of minutes. Yet, the journey seems longer and not enjoyable if the final destination is the park. I have to do both, looking ahead to steer for direction and looking down to stay away from pot holes or dog shit, or even garbage. Next, crossing the street in the morning, when sky is still dark and foggy, trucks, big cards and motorbikes are as big as monsters. They will get you when you least expect. Therefore, the act of crossing the street may sound simple, yet it hinders danger. Who knows the next truck coming will run over me because of the sleepy driver? Or I am frighten because of the loud horn from an impatient car driver, and I feel lost in a second. Just in that moment, I am not aware of a coming bike, and bang I am down on the street, motionless.
Even if I cross the street safely, i still have a long way to go. Passing by a restaurant of traditional Chinese breakfast is a temptation. The delicious aroma is as strong as an invisible string which tight my foot together. Then, in a moment, i find myself sitting nicely at a table and start my order.
If I can resist all the temptation of good food, I still feel lonely when walking around alone in the park. The only amusement thing I could do is playing a game with myself, counting how many women or men I walk pass. What do they wearing? Are they stylish? Are they rich? Searching around for a pretty guy who is also alone as I am. Or simply, enjoy the fresh air, appreciate the greenness of nature, or looking up on the blue, big sky.
I have no clue how long I haven’t been to the park for a walk. Laziness, loneliness and a lack of motivation tight me down at home. I satisfy with my Yoga practice every morning at home. It is simple. Just warm myself up, lie down on a mattress, move my legs and arms slowly and start breathing.