To piggyback my last post, I marvel at the way some people are resuming their regular rhythms in the best way possible.
In the Park, for instance, two trainers have created a 40 minute dance workout, one can join at random for a nominal fee.
I see them early, putting out pastel markers observing social distancing. They have music and wrist weights they spray and clean, for the 20 or so people who show up daily relishing the outdoors.
Then there’s the lanky blonde on her bright blue yoga mat stretching by the Great Lawn, while a muscle man does pull-ups on the playground’s monkey bars, his array of tattoos bathed in sweat, as if they’re crying.
There’s a group of 5 who meet twice a week for a yoga class from 5:15 a.m. till 6. They resemble a ballet, saluting to the sun, a sun that’s not quite up yet.
I see the same people during my run…walking, biking, running alongside. We nod to one other in noble agreement that life, even with its present curve, deserves to be cherished as we breathe in its fresh air.
If you need encouragement, all one has to do is watch Nature go about her business without missing a beat.
One day I wouldn’t be surprised if a squirrel, led that dance class.
And a one, and a two…