I have mentioned before that I prefer sleep to partying on New Year's Eve (or any eve, for that matter). One consequence of this is that I can start the first day of the year relatively early, if I so choose, and happily refreshed, at least in theory.
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| I apologise for phone quality photos throughout |
This year, we returned from
Dunsborough on New Year's Eve, which meant that the 1st of January was the first day in a while that I'd had access to more than my feet for exercise. Fond as I am of my feet, and the running they allow me to do, I like variety in my activity too. Cycling was looking appealing.
At 6.30am on the 1st January, I headed out on my bike.
I cycled to the coastline, where the sunshine would suggest 10am instead of 7am.
I cycled along cycle paths, which I had mostly to myself.
I cycled through trees, welcoming their shade.
And as I cycled, I felt such joy.
Joy at the process of movement.
Joy at the early morning light that twinkled and sparkled even as it made me hot.
Joy at being able to cycle 25km and enjoy every minute of it.
And most of all, joy at the sense of possibility that comes from being on a bike, half way across your city, on the first morning of the first day of a new year.
That morning captured so much of what I love about exercise. It is a heady combination of freedom, movement, beauty, challenge, and possibility. And I love it.
What is exercise for you?
And more generally, what joyous things are happening in your life at the moment?