I didn't want to go to the workout.
I went anyway.
I screwed up my neck at my own Q yesterday at Man Maker.
I went anyway.
I had worked out the three previous days in a row (including Sunday) and needed a break.
I went anyway.
I could have used some extra sleep.
I went anyway.
And then nobody showed.
I was all alone.
A party of one.
(Not much of a party, though.)
I stretched, ran for 30 minutes, and then went home.
It was sad.
But I was glad.
Because I care about my fitness.
There was no fellowship.
There was no faith (except in my own determination).
There was no coffeeteria.
But don't feel sorry for me.
The bird songs kept me company.
The darkness was my companion.
I was reminded of a poem I wrote 40 years ago.
Prepare yourself because it's pretty somber:
You're Never Alone
You’re never alone when you’re alone;
Loneliness attends you.
A silent monologue with fantasy,
Or a dialogue with truth,
Naked in your company.
Fear the one who swims,
Incessantly in a stream,
Of companionship and babble.
He does not know himself,
What can he know of you?
Embrace the anxious melancholy,
Of solitude’s despair,
Scorned by the uninformed masses,
It will nonetheless reveal you.
In the depths of isolation,
Self-awareness lingers.
Remove your clothes, hold your breath, dive into it,
Discover what few will ever know:
That loneliness is comfort,
And solitude, a friend.
P.S. If you don't want to be subjected to these sorts of backblasts in the future, I suggest you show up to my Qs.