After my post-work nap, I was up just 15 minutes before my allotted gym timeslot, but I was not keen. The gym is a sterile lonely place, mechanised for exertion to some bodily profit and nothing else, especially if you are alone there.
On the treadmill, you
key in your weight, programme, duration, speed, age and it starts off racing you
to the optimal heart rate whilst you find distraction in the timers and
counters for time, calories, distance, watts and what not.
Even with the music
playing in my ears, there is no quiet to meditate either in what you are hearing
or the stillness that comes with appreciating nature. No, the gym is no fun
without some company.
In natural beauty
However, I do like walking around the city, though I did not find useful information for walks
around Manchester. Taking a different course, I walked to Platt Fields Park in
Fallowfield, south of Manchester City. It has a pleasure lake with ducks, geese
and swans. Walking around the lake is about 400 metres and I did that about 4
times before I charted another route home.
After 2 hours 15
minutes, I took a rest at St. Peter’s
Square for some 20 minutes before returning home. A bit of thigh strain, I
will recover by the morning. I think I will get a better and rewarding time
walking out to parks, meditating, sometimes singing, chanting, or praying. It
is more relaxing, and I am not waiting for the clock to countdown, to escape
from the drudgery of unrefreshing solitude in an airless gym.
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| Pictures of Platt Fields Park pleasure lake. |
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