This morning I got up early. I put on hiking boots for the first time in years. I gathered up hiking poles for the first time in years. I went for my morning walk. In recent years, I have been happy just to do some walking along the neighborhoods. But as I have got into a more stable pattern of walking after a long period where doing any exercise seemed so difficult, I kept saying to myself, "You should really go back into the foothills. You can do it." But breaking the barrier of inertia held me back.
I think to some degree Wife not being able to do her walking has motivated me. I felt the last few years, she was the one who was the fighter, going into the foothills and pushing to ensure we both were staying in shape because she motivated me to at least do something. Now I feel I must hike for both of us. I feel if I put in the effort it is not just for me, I'm psychically giving energy to Wife to speed up her recovery.
All I know is it felt great to be back doing something I felt had been lost forever.
2 comments:
It really feels terrific to get back into something you used to enjoy. And the foothills were waiting for you.... They are nothing if not patient.
sometimes we pause on things for a while. And they come back when the time is right
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