working out

It's been a couple of months since I've been to the gym, but I'm working out regularly. My "gym" these days is the seawall and the playground at Second Beach Pool. I will not be disappointed if I never again work out indoors, with machines, under fluorescent light. I get a full workout-- tricep dips off park benches, pull-ups on the monkey bars, sit ups off the picnic tables, squats and lunges across the playground, et cetera-- and get to do it all in the freshest of fresh air, listening to bird song, hearing the waves hit the shore. It's my own private outdoor bootcamp, without the drill sargeant instructor. One of the best things about it is that I get to see all the dogs out with their people for their morning runs and playtime. The owners stroll while the dogs get their work out, running and playing on the beach, tearing along the seawall walkway. I feel a bit of a kinship with the dogs-- we're all savouring the great open spaces and the wind and the sea, savouring it with our whole bodies. It's a good thing.