Comfort Today

When I jumped on the treadmill this morning, it felt better than yesterday.

It was dark outside and I could see my reflection in the glass. I ran slowly. In that, I could see my movement carefully, see the way my arms swung lightly and how my shoulders stayed steady.

I consider myself not to have an ounce of the elegance that I see with the track runners. My reflection seemed to suggest that at least I looked comfortable.

In the act of running, I feel a comfort that I find nowhere else. So even with my impatience with this machine and the fact that I didn’t want to risk running outdoors, at least that comfort is mine.