Forget Me Not

I always come up with a good post while on the treadmill. However, by the time I step off, stretch (not so much stretch as turn down the volume on the television or let my iPod play out the last song I was listening to or down a glass of water), I forget that I was thinking of a post/topic. In fact, the whole thought has been forgotten by the time my shower water has flowed into the drain. I don't remember that I had thought of a post until I come back to blogger and I start to type out a new post. And then I'm thinking, what was that great post suppose to be about?

And these posts are good. They are about my innermost thoughts, or about a quarrel I've had with someone. They are about what I expect to accomplish in the future, or the hurdles I've jumped in the past. The post reveal something about me that even I had thought didn't exist. In them, I let down my guard or remove a brick from that wall that shields me from the world. Not only do I remove a brick in them, but create a doorway so that anyone can go beyond that wall. But then I look down, see that I've gone either 3 or 5 miles (depending on my mood), and turn the treadmill off. As it slows, other thoughts enter my mind--what am I having for dinner (not really something I should be thinking about right? After all I just exercised to remove some fat, not so that I can make room for more), checking my email or organizing my study notes. Thus the thought gets pushed back to a recess in my mind that I can't even get to.

I guess I will just have to wait till that next treadmill run to think up a new and yet undiscovered post.