King of the hill

Like I said below, my morning jogs are pretty short, but they always end on top of the hill above my house. It's a nice place to stop because there's a little park surrounding a Revolutionary War memorial, with a view down into Cambridge. A little paved area tucks around behind the war memorial and against an old tree, and there's enough space to do forms and be partially hidden from the houses surrounding the park.

I got up there about an hour earlier than usual -- it's tough to drag myself out of bed, especially when the weather is getting cold and it's still dark out -- so the sun was just climbing into the sky. And in the spot where I usually do my stance work -- next to the big tree, looking down into Cambridge, right where the sun shines and warms you up -- was an old man doing chi gong.

He was finishing up his workout, doing deep knee bends and stretching up. So I hung back and stretched out on a park bench a little ways away and caught my breath from the run. He did his last breathing set and walked back to the sidewalk, and nodded hello, and I nodded hello back.

It was crisp this morning and my hands got cold as soon as I stopped running, but doing bai fut sow beside the tree warmed them up again. The wind is not so bad from this side of the memorial, either. The view is great. I think I've found the right spot.