These feet were made for walkin' (and stompin' and slippin' and trippin')
I finally got out of the house for a walk yesterday. Exercising inside (in my basement) got really boring and I have been DYING to get out and walk for an hour.
The temperature was probably in the mid 20s and it was sunny--a good day to walk (a good day for winter, anyway). I probably looked like a maroon Michelin tire man (my parka is maroon) but I wanted to get outside so much that I didn't care that I looked extra pudgy or that my hair hates being confined in a headband so it goes gonzo on me and makes me look like I'd styled my hair with a handheld mixer.
Windburn is a problem for me, especially in cold weather, so I applied a liberal layer of Blistex to my cheeks (it works! Except then my hair sticks to my face). I grabbed Flossie the iPod, who has also been dying to get out of the house, and we went for a lovely hour-long walk.
I aired out my brain with fresh (but brisk) air; my brain had been getting cobwebby and a bit musty. Sunshine is a known fixer of unsolvable problems, or at least it diminishes the perceived importance.
I also indulged in a little regression to my childhood. I love stepping on sheets of ice (of which there were plenty on my walk) that border sidewalks. The sheets crack and break when you stand on them. It's such a satisfying crunch and sudden shift in verticality that I do it whenever I can. I engaged in this pastime for a few minutes in the park and enjoyed it immensely, until another walker passed me by and giggled at my childishness. Sometimes I hate being a grownup. I fumed all the way home. The sunshine tried to cheer me up, but alas, the clouds gathered to block the sun.
Two other embarrassing things I did on the walk that were seen by people:
The temperature was probably in the mid 20s and it was sunny--a good day to walk (a good day for winter, anyway). I probably looked like a maroon Michelin tire man (my parka is maroon) but I wanted to get outside so much that I didn't care that I looked extra pudgy or that my hair hates being confined in a headband so it goes gonzo on me and makes me look like I'd styled my hair with a handheld mixer.
Windburn is a problem for me, especially in cold weather, so I applied a liberal layer of Blistex to my cheeks (it works! Except then my hair sticks to my face). I grabbed Flossie the iPod, who has also been dying to get out of the house, and we went for a lovely hour-long walk.
I aired out my brain with fresh (but brisk) air; my brain had been getting cobwebby and a bit musty. Sunshine is a known fixer of unsolvable problems, or at least it diminishes the perceived importance.
I also indulged in a little regression to my childhood. I love stepping on sheets of ice (of which there were plenty on my walk) that border sidewalks. The sheets crack and break when you stand on them. It's such a satisfying crunch and sudden shift in verticality that I do it whenever I can. I engaged in this pastime for a few minutes in the park and enjoyed it immensely, until another walker passed me by and giggled at my childishness. Sometimes I hate being a grownup. I fumed all the way home. The sunshine tried to cheer me up, but alas, the clouds gathered to block the sun.
Two other embarrassing things I did on the walk that were seen by people:
- Nearly fell over on a patch of ice--I'm sure the driver of the car 6 feet away saw that. I hope the driver was someone I don't know. I did the spastic arm flail and jerky tap-dance and I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot.
- Peered through a window--I wanted to see inside the new environmental learning center building in the park across the street and just as I pressed my nose to the window glass, a woman in a business suit and a man in a business suit walked right in front of the window. They surprised me and I surprised them. I felt like such a stalker/peeping Thomasina/weirdo/dork.
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It sounds like a lovely walk.