Iâ€™m a walker. I have been for as long as I can remember. It is my chosen form of exercise. I like to walk to a pretty place, and then practice a little tai chi or qigong and then walk home. I like to look out at the scenery when I walk and Bowen Island is a great place for that. Walking is also a time for me to listen to books, music, and podcasts. Sometimes I walk in quiet. Rarely do I destination walk â€” mostly, I walk just to walk.
Last year I set a â€œno matter whatâ€ standard. I gave myself a minimum – I would walk at least up to the end of Whitesails and back, everyday no matter what. Thatâ€™s a 20 minute walk. On busy or lazy days, the least I will do is a 20 minute walk.
Now that I have this FitBit thingy – Iâ€™ve given myself the goal of at least 10,000 steps a day. Thatâ€™s much more than a 20 minute walk.
For months now, I take two walks a day. The first one is shortly after I wake up. This is the one where I walk to a practice place and start the day.
Then in the afternoon, I go again. Quite often I have to talk myself into this one. The mantra of â€œNo matter whatâ€â€¦ is chanted. If I donâ€™t go on this walk, I make myself go downstairs to the training room and do a Nike Training Club workout. Just the thought of that is incentive enough to get me out the door. NTC is hardâ€” burpies, push ups and sit ups are involved.
Today, the sun was out; it was a beautiful day. I started on my second walk. Sometimes I have a planned route in mind, other times, I play it by ear, and see where my nose takes me. Today, I followed my nose.
I left the beaten path today. I started walking off road, up the sides of hills, bushwhacking. Iâ€™ve done this more and more lately. It keeps me very present. I have to pay attention to every step I take. I donâ€™t want to get lost, twist my ankle, or take a spill, as I make my own way among big tress, salal and development stubble.
Today, I followed my nose to a small river bed. As I walked a long the banks, I sunk into the mudÂ Â in-between jumping over puddles on the edges of serious running water. At one point I planted my walking pole at least 6 inches into the ground; my shoes at times were deep in soggy moss and muck.
I walked in fields of soggy maple leaves and gravel river beds, and I explored the very familiar in a new way today.
17,345 steps taken
809 words written (not counting this post, emails, or birthday cards addressed)