Yesterday afternoon was flat out gorgeous here in the Pacific Northwest. High sun, 55 degrees... what more could a gypsy ask for? Nada. I zipped home from work, laced up and hit the road... one foot at a time. I found a new walking route that took me down along the lake, back up through Forbes Creek, and around into my neighborhood. As near as I can approximate it's just about 4 miles. I even found a secret path out onto a hill and watched the sun sink lower as it turned the sky creamsicle orange. I'll have to toss the camera into my pack one of these days soon.
Today is supposed to be even gorgeous-er. Yup, trust me, I've got the iPod recharging. With any luck, the work day will fly by.
I'm starting to get my stride back. It's a little bit altered from the old stride, but it's getting stronger. All the surgery on my left leg rendered it, and about 3/4 of my foot, completely numb from mid-calf down, so I have to kind of swing my leg around and just have faith that my foot is going to land in such a way to catch me. It's a gimpy old horse, but it's mine and it gets me down the road just fine. Besides, it makes my feet slap down a funky shufflin' beat.... shoop pah shoop pah.
I'm learning to Zen my way up the big hills. Everything is uphill here! Both ways! The first few times I'd give myself goals... just make it to the lamp post... just make it to the fire hydrant. Now, I just march and let my head go elsewhere, often in thought of the people I'm walking in honor of. Walking uphill is nothing.
Anyway, that's my marching story for the day. I'm loving this though - loving the passion and commitment it takes, loving the feeling of doing something positive after so many years of apathy.
You always live your life
Never thinking of the future
You are the move you make
Take your chances win or loser
You are the steps you take
You and you - and thats the only way
Shake - shake yourself
You're every move you make
So the story goes
~Yes, Owner of a Lonely Heart