Today I returned to walking.
This is a big deal. A very. big. deal. I have mentioned my sloth-like existence previously, and I love Love LOVE not waking up to the usual 5:30 a.m. alarm during the school year. Summer is a weird love-hate thing with me. Sometimes I lust after it, and sometimes I just want it to go away and be October all the time. Sometimes – oh, never mind, I’m fickle.
Hurry up, tea, finish brewing. I’m dying here!
In any event, about five years ago I was walking every morning, and I grew to love that early morning summer air. So amazingly different from the usual blast furnace/wet towel in the face/choking syndrome I usually experienced when I arose from my slumber, already hot and dreading the day ahead. This was different. There was a stillness and a sweetness that made my lungs go oh hey, now, we can deal with this!
So I started walking around my neighborhood. I live on a fairly busy street, but walking one block over there are no traffic sounds. I had my phone playing my tunes (and did you know that Frankie Valle and the Four Seasons’ December 1963 is the absolute perfect walking tempo?) and my new sneakers with their glaring, white, never-been-worn-before newness shouting to the world hey the newbie is walking! It was just as I remembered it before: the same flat streets (yay for no hills!), the analysis of my neighbors’ landscaping efforts (and mentally rejecting or copying looks), the fervent hope I don’t run into someone I know who wants to walk with me and engage in conversation (not that I’m unfriendly but I need all the oxygen I can get), and the realization that it doesn’t take much for me to sweat.
I walked for forty minutes. I hear some of you laughing, saying forty minutes is nothing, walking needs to be done much more than that to make a difference. And to you I say nanny-nanny-ding-dong, it’s forty more minutes of activity than yesterday.
Good heavens, can that tea brew any slower?
Tomorrow is Saturday. The real test will be whether or not I get up on Saturday to walk. Or maybe I’ll walk again after dinner tonight, see if those cool breezes come back. Or maybe I’m a one-trick pony.
Tea is done! I’m outta here.