[A short tale for the road]
Red knobs are attractive, aren’t they?
Yesterday I had the complusion to have a second go at the cycling group exercise at the gym; after my first attendance a couple weeks past, I thought the class’ intensity was too light and was a ‘warm-up’ of sorts that failed to drench me enough to be classified as a work-out in my book. Well, I wasn’t surprised it was SSDD that time.
Then came my urge to do a third ‘warm-up’ today.
Today I paid attention to the instructor shouting over the upbeat music, “level 1” or “two now” and so forth. Up ‘till now, all I ever touched on the stationary bike I had taken ever since were the foot straps and seat height control.
So my sight-deprived self put on my connoisseur hat (glasses) and went over the the contraption in the middle of my peaceful pedalling.
I remember enjoying the cartoon series ‘Dexter’s Laboratory’ over at Cartoon Network, and felt like his obnoxious sister Deedee. “What does this knob do?”
And I twisted the attractive, colorful, bright red thing.
Per la mente di Dio!
It took just a fraction of the time it’d take the Boeing 787 Dreamliner from take-off sequence to lift-off for the floodgates to open. And I was like a watered garden. Literally.
My prejudice was washed away, and I came to apprecoate the rigorous routine I had and could have in future cycling sessions.
And I felt even more like Dexter’s annoyance of a sibling as I surprisingly found myself repeatedly adjusting the little red knob to change the bike’s resistance, and enjoyed every bit of it!
Don’t underestimate the power of a little red knob. You just may be surprised at how good thing come out of these small things. Go ahead and be adventurous. Challenge the status quo.
“Into the arid empty spaces of my heart you came, and my life was like a watered garden.” [taken from Freda Jayme’s trove of short stories - ‘Catch Me a Firefly’]
Thanks, dear little red knob, for watering me today.