Well, hello. Remember me? I’m the one who used to write here quite regularly. I’m never quite sure how it gets to be Tuesday after it seems that Thursday was just yesterday, but that’s how it goes.
I think I’ve figured out that if I had a way to hang on to my thoughts while I was out walking, or putzing around during the day, I’d have no problem sitting here and downloading them. But the time passes, and then whatever I thought was so pithy has evaporated. You know, kind of like that bailout the House was trying to get passed?
I could spend all kinds of time writing about that, but everyone else seems to be handling that quite well. I’m sure my opinions aren’t needed.
I did notice on my walk this morning, that everyone seems to be sharing theirs, however. No matter whom I passed, I heard comments regarding “credit,” or “Wall St.” and the beyond annoying “Main St.” reference that is supposed to be us, I guess. You know. Average Joes? This isn’t Kansas, and I don’t live on Main Street. In fact, does anyone any longer? I just want to yell, “Snapoutofit!” to all the talking heads. Ugh.
What a train wreck.
Instead of getting up at the crack of dawn to walk this week, I’ve been trying to think about wondering if I might possibly consider attempting to somewhat establish a new routine. The old routine, walking with my VBF, has been an excellent one that has lasted fairly well for more than two years now. But she’s quite the busy person, and her appointments have been getting earlier and earlier. How sad is that?
Although neither one of us is too thrilled with the idea of getting up to exercise that early, it gets it over with and I know I feel good about that. Plus, I can have bed head hair and clothes that I wouldn’t be caught dead in at any other time of day, unless you count that I leave them on the rest of the day. Let’s call it conserving water, shall we?
So today, after I dropped my carpool charges off at school, I continued down the street to park and try my routine near the beach. Sounds motivational, doesn’t it? The goal here would be to do this twice a week so I wouldn’t have to think about it. I’m in the car already, so why not?
It goes something like this:
I park at the beginning of my route, walk about 20 minutes in one direction, then turn around and go back. Allowing for issues such as feet that ache, a shin that stings, and a butt muscle that is mysteriously aching, the entire effort takes 40 minutes — about the time it takes my friend and I to complete our route.
I can’t figure out what the aches were all about today, because I haven’t had those problems for quite some time. Walking by myself has never been a thrill a minute, so who knows. Maybe I wasn’t walking as fast as my friend and I walk. Her dog usually drags her on the leash, and that keeps us hopping. But, we do have some hills that have me gasping for breath and I didn’t have to deal with anything like that today. Maybe I just feel like complaining. Wonder of all wonders.
The nice part about this route is the beauty. The sun still hadn’t made it over Mt. Soledad, so the beach was cast in shadows. Here and there, as the sun rose, the light shot through the side streets, coloring the water as it pushed up onto the sand. Very nice. It looked like there would be blue skies forever today — so different from yesterday’s unusual thunder and pathetic sprinkle of rain.
A thrill a minute, everyone.
Now, I only have about five more days of the week to fill with exercise. I can’t tell you how unexcited I am by this prospect.
It challenges watching dirt cover the ground.