Spicy Woods

Spicy Woods:

It wasn’t long before the heart rate was up and the dampness broke out to gather its way down my neck and back.

Calling my thoughts together I focused on my breathing, now a priority. The rhythmic routine melded into the background like the melody it was designed to be.

The symmetry of movement transported me to a place I remembered well. A place where the sounds of breathing became footfalls over nature’s carpet, and industry’s whirring - the rustling breeze of flora.

It was precisely the moment when defeat faced perseverance that the spice of woods elevated me forward...to the finish I had set out to achieve!

This euphoria remained long after the exercise was done and the mechanics of the day had ended.

It was there as a silent promise of the achievements yet to be experienced.

Beaconing me to start each morning.

Spicy Woods.