The Daily Prompt poses the following . . .”Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?”
There’s no place like zone . . . there’s no place like zone.
But where, for art thou, is my zone?
The obvious answer is the North End Zone at Beaver Stadium where I have season tickets. I have spent many an enjoyable Saturday afternoon there, and a few not so enjoyable ones as well. When the crowd is cheering–108,000+ fans–there is an electricity in the air, a power which one can only experience but not describe. Those who have been there know it. It simply is nothing you will get watching a sporting event on TV. You have to feel it.
As a runner, I often find myself ‘in the zone.’ I usually listen to music when I run, and at some point I become one with the road and the beat and I feel like I could run forever. It is very relaxing and even the tensions of my worse days melt away with the pavement beneath my feet. I have never ‘hit the wall’ as some runners claim, but I have run into a few cars, sign posts and the occasional tree. I’m just kidding about that, although I have been close to getting run over by cars and buses.
I despise–no loathe–construction zones. I know they are a necessary evil on our roadways, but necessity does not breed acceptance.
I really don’t like the O-zone, not the protective layer but the football site. It’s too bad hydrochlorofluorocarbons can’t put holes in that as well.
I liked the Twilight Zone, the original series (the movie was OK), but for better or worse, I have never been in the Twilight Zone.
But of all the zones, I think the one I like the best is my light zone:
There is just something very relaxing about floating on cool water while basking in the heat of gorgeous sunshine. I could float for hours, just California day dreaming, reading a book, sleeping, or making Vitamin D.