Enchanted Moment

My alarm clock buzzed its ever so vexatious sound bright and early this morning. My hand slammed down on the snooze button as its natural reaction. I groaned, I rolled over, I pretended that I needed more sleep for my busy day of bumming around the house.

Fify-six minutes and seven snoozes later, I tossed the covers off and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As my hand gripped the refridgerator door handle, my eyes fell upon my exercise chart. There was a big dash through yesterday's box, because I convinced myself that my feet could use a rest from my morning walks. Today's box remained untouched.

I took a sip of the cold water in my hand, staring at the box. I glanced over the rest of the chart - walked four days last week, walked three days so far this week...All the empty boxes seemed to be egging me on. "Fill us, fill us with minutes of exercise," they chanted in sing-songy voices.
I headed back to my room and changed in to my walking clothes. I scrolled through my Zune menu for my upbeat playlist and hit play as I headed out the door. My feet slapped against the pavement as I did my best to raise my heart rate quickly. My breath ran off ahead of me with every exhale - lingering momentarily, as if to incite me. It was fridgid. My eyes watered. My fingers felt frozen.

I came upon my half-way marker. The morning sun danced across the dewy grass, and reached up and kissed my face. I could feel my heart pumping and my muscles working. I didn't feel tired and wiped out, I felt alive.

Upon returning home I took a moment to embrace the smile on my face. Fitness and I had shared an enchanted moment, something we have not shared in some time.