Walking

Gotta Walk, Gotta Walk

After three months of juggling work and home and dogs without Pure Luck’s assistance, three months in which I discovered I didn’t really get home early enough to walk the dogs and had to lean on Snowman and our beloved Dog Walker, three months of driving the car and flying the desk–

I am way out of shape.

Not that I was in brilliant shape to begin with, but it’s worse now. (Our laundry has also suffered.)

Sunday after I came home from Pastor Peter’s installation, we had a really nice walk with the dogs in a local park. I realized how good it felt to just walk around outside. I know this sounds silly, but I’ve been working a lot.

Yesterday, after reflecting on how much I enjoyed the walk, I called and asked Pure Luck if he will walk with me and keep me on the walking path. Now, walking with me is like walking with a baby to a tall man with Seven League Boots. But he said he would walk with me anytime.

I didn’t get home until 10 last night, and I was so tired I could hardly put one foot in front of the other, but we walked anyway. It was only a fifteen minute walk, but it was a walk. It was a walk. And I slept well.

I’m not sure why I have such a hard time making the space to take care of myself on a regular basis. Sure I fit in a massage, or the occasional pedicure, but that’s an hour once a month, or once a quarter. I’ve made a commitment to daily walking in the past, and I know I felt better. I wish it would naturalize in my life, like daffodils that spread out and take over the yard. I suppose, as with any other new activity, I have to give it a chance to take hold.

16 thoughts on “Gotta Walk, Gotta Walk”

  1. When the car I drove lost the argument with the pickup, I decided not to buy a new one. We’re a one car family. And, so, I walk just about everywhere. I call it walking to find myself.

  2. Songbird,
    I wish you and Defender of Liberty could walk together and inspire each other. I read this post and was sure that she had guest authored it.

  3. Done it again! Hugger Steward is now on “study leave” before his A levels begin, and we’ve agreed to take each other and the dogs for a walk as often as practical for the weeks ahead. Hoping that myabe 3 weeks will ingrain it as habit here…

  4. I am still working on mindful eating…harder than I thought to sustain!
    but daily walking is going to be my next thing. I am greatly inspired by my new discovery of Michele at quantumtheology.blogspot.
    I’ll let you know how it goes…

  5. I know that if I don’t do some kind of outdoor activity each day — whether it’s shovelling snow, gardening, walking in the woods, whatever — I start acting like a miserable person. So I applaud your decision to walk!

  6. I live a mile down a dirt road and during mud season, we HAD to walk, leaving our cars at the end of the road. For over two weeks we did this I loved it. I was walking 6-7 miles a day, without making special effort, because it was just “built in” to my life. It took more time, yes, but in taking more time it s-l-o-w-e-d my life down to a more human pace and I felt so refreshed.
    I’ve missed it and today, I parked my car and walked in after obedience class with my Labrador.
    A lilac bush, a remnant from a long-gone farmhouse, bloomed by my parking space. Didn’t I have scissors in the car? YES, as a matter of fact, I did! I cut myself a bouquet of blossoms and carried them like a bride down my dirt road with my Labrador cavorting ahead of me. A scarlet tanager watched me from a wire above the road. I sighed and smiled and felt so blessed. I almost cried.
    I am looking forward to the walk back to the car later…

  7. I’ve missed the walks too. 40 miles in lent (2006) was good but a long time ago
    and yeah I’m not in nearly as good shape as I was then (mentally as well as physically)
    you’ve inspired me to get back into it… thanks (though I think I need PL!!!)

  8. PL is a harsh taskmaster who took off at quite the pace this afternoon. I had to remind him that it takes more than a day to work from my speed up to his. 😉

  9. I am perplexed at why maintaining regular exercise is so difficult, when we feel healthier, stronger, and just better afterwards, and when the long-term effect on both health and appearance is so positive. Every day that I go to work out, I have to force myself even though I know how glad I’ll be later.
    And this psychologist says that although it may take three weeks (who knows) to develop a new (good) habit, it only takes less than a week to get out of it.

  10. Keep walking & Friday walk a little prayer walk for my left hip and humble, skilled surgeons and gentle hearted, competent nurses. 8:00 AM EST.

  11. We took another walk after supper, just to the drug store and back, and I am pooped. It’s pitiful how little exercise it took to get me to that point. 🙁

  12. I took a walk tonight too. Felt good. We all need fresh air – not that there is tons of that around here, but hey, it better than nothing.
    Happy walking. Keep at it!

  13. It is hard, but the rewards are so worth it. I was walking four days a week until my surgery, and now I am having a really hard time getting back into the groove, but I know I’ll feel better, sleep better, and have a better frame of mind if I do. OK… off to take some steps. Thanks for the unintentional nudge Songbird. :c)

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