It’s been raining all day. I’d been hoping for the rain to stop so I could get finish my workout. It had been raining since the morning. It wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. It’s getting late and I have to get up early the next day. It’s now or never.
Screw it, let’s do it. I tell myself. I throw my Vibrams on, grab my jumprope off the counter and head out the door.
I jog down the back alley as the water starts to collect in miniature streams and races me to the street. The pitter patter of the rain interspersed with my jogging cadence as I pass house after house, tv’s flickering through the windows. As i jog down the street towards the familiar park, the sky lights up – the lightning dances in the clouds overhead as the rain plays on the back of my neck.
I slow down as I get to the once bustling park, now vacated due to the incoming storm.
“No one here to watch. No one here to know if you just go home, lie down on the couch and go to sleep. No one but you.” I think to myself.
I look up at the swingset. The blue bar missing flecks of paint. Rusted steel in their place. Droplets of water cover the bar as the rain keeps coming make it hard for my fingers to hold tight. I wrap my fingers around the bar, defying it’s attempt to slip out from under my grasp and begin to pull my body skywards and start to bend my reluctant body to my will.
The lightening flashes and the thunder rumbles as I focus on the task at hand.
I spend the half hour running around the park, doing dips on old, battered park benches. Pushups in the wet grass, soaking through my shirt. Not that you could tell at this point anyways.
In between sets, I look to my right at the open field where the sky is filled with dancing light, the thunder muffled by the distance. It’s a heck of a view.
Lunges next to the slide and squats while holding on to the jungle gym.
A few cars pass, kicking up water as they drive through puddles and stare curiously at the rain-soaked man climbing all over the park at 11 o’clock at night.
3o minutes later, I finish my workout and I stand there.
Just me and the playground. My excuses long ago melted away by the rain. The lightning just the background scenery and the rolling thunder the soundtrack. Welcome to the gym.[Photo]