I’m at that point in the workout when everything falls together and I stop thinking about what I’m doing.
That may sound counter-intuitive but what happens is exactly that.
You get going and you fall into the zone. The Groove. That whole “Zen” thing of the workout.
No matter what workout it is, you cease thinking about where you put your feet or your arms, and just go with it.
I was rolling along at the Pompano Airpark, looking at what they’re trying to do with the trail, and wondering why people plant Crepe Myrtles. Everywhere I have seen them, they look like they’re struggling to get a foothold.
Then I rounded the corner onto the West side of the trail. I found myself lined by twin columns of pink flowers, being accompanied by Dragon Flies, and generally impressed at the fact that it managed to hide the rather industrial looking airport just over my right shoulder.
The airport has its own charm, but beautiful it isn’t. Having the Goodyear Blimp come and go from time to time is fascinating, but the General Aviation airport isn’t exactly what I’d call home about. Looks like a collection of squat boxes flanked by someone’s toy airplanes.
But those Crepe Myrtles did exactly what they intended. Block the view.
I dropped into a racing posture, and flew through that particular mile. Winds low, it felt like everything moved fast, even if I was only going about 15 miles per hour at best.
For a distance inline skater, this is probably the best trail I have found in South Florida. I did the Broadwalk at Hollywood Beach and found the people on bicycles too arrogant and too ready to attempt to crowd you out.
Pompano doesn’t have any other real attraction at the park. You could sit by the fire station in the shade and watch planes come and go, but that can quickly get tired. There are only two water stops, at the fire station and at mile 1.5. But what it does have to offer is 4.5 miles of “Black Ice”.
For the most part, it’s skating rink smooth, and no interruptions of streets to get in your way.
On the other hand, for a sport that has just about vanished, you get to use it all by yourself, practically. Just you, a few well behaved people on bikes, and the self absorbed people who insist on walking on the “wrong” side of the trail and don’t yield to “On Yer Left!” warnings when someone is approaching.
Then again, that sounds more like society these days than a workout.
At least the flowers are in bloom, and it’s a good place to adjust the bindings.