You know how it is.  You get home from work or school, you have so much to do, and the one thing that is easiest to expunge from existence is exercise.  It takes too long and too much energy.  It’s much easier to vegetate in front of some screen.

I was at that point last week.  I foolishly said out loud “I don’t really feel like walking tonight.” That was my problem.  If I had just kept it to myself and quietly stayed in the house, no one would have noticed and no one would have bothered me about it.  But no, I had to release my laziness verbally into the home atmosphere, and the atmosphere responded.

“You should just go.  You’ll never regret going once you go.  This is the hardest moment, making the decision to go,” I heard from an authority in the room.

Thank you very much.

So I put on my tennis shoes and started up Pearl Hill behind my house.

But you know what, that authority does know something.  About twenty minutes into my walk with my music pounding in my ears and my mind on nothing else, it hit me.  The creative inspiration that I had been waiting for for months.  An idea for a dramatic sketch that had been eluding me.  My two muses, heat and sweat, completely wiped my slate clean of all of the day’s issues and made me a perfect receptor for my new dramatic sketch. After returning from my walk, I wrote a first draft of a sketch which will be used for the RLT Players later this year. (It’s called Love Ruthless, Love Love, by the way – I’ll explain the title at a later time.)

Just this evening as I was once again trekking up the hill, the ending of the sketch came to me as well, so I have come to a resolution:  exercise is good for creativity.

Try it and see if you agree.  My authority does.