I made a promise to myself that every weekend I will take a walk at least two of the three days I'm off.
I need the exercise, and I need to get out of the house. I used to walk at least 5 days a week. It was my time to think, to work out some stress, and to just appreciate the motion of walking. I genuinely enjoy the act of walking, but somehow I've allowed it to drop out of my life.
Last weekend I walked at Second Home Nature Center and on the paved trails in Big Brother Neighborhood.
Yesterday after mowing in the morning I was just too pooped to go for a walk. (It takes me almost two hours to mow.) Today I was anxious to get my walk in before the forecasted rain. Mr. Dog and I headed to the game management area nearby, but we stayed on the paved road because I'd heard that they were doing hunting dog trials in some of the fields.
I spent the entire walk on the phone (not one of my favorite activities) with a guy I went to high school with. I ran into him at a basketball game in February, but before that I hadn't seen him since the fall of 1994. We met for coffee later this afternoon, and I pointed out to him that we've known each other for 20 years. Weird.
I hope tomorrow I can get in a more pure walking experience, but it was really nice to talk to and see him.