No time. Failure is not an option.

Friday.  July 24.  I did not feel like walking!  It was a beautiful day.  The sun was shining and I just didn’t want to walk.  I skipped my walk during lunch today.  It made me feel bad and little like a failure.  I’m always so afraid of failing.

I have a feeling the title of my post will be a recurring one.  So many times I feel like I run of out of time to actually do the things that are important to me as a person.  I know, cleaning, laundry, cooking are important…but I want to WALK and get ready for this adventure!

When I arrived home, my 23 year old son, Carl, was coming over for dinner, my husband, Dave, was waking up from a nap and I was irritable!  There wasn’t anything I could do about it.  We all went out to Bubba-loos for cheeseburgers and ice cream.  It was so much fun and I soon forgot all about being moody!  We decided to let Carl drive my car to dinner and his foot was skittish with mom and dad in the car!  I had to tell him “let’s go!”  We had ordered and had our burgers sitting outside on a pink picnic table.  We enjoyed watching children playing in the large grassy field behind the building.  It was a special time to share and I am grateful that we were together.  After finishing our burgers we ordered ice cream.  My husband works for Perry’s Ice Cream so it isn’t exactly a new treat for us.

twistI ordered a custard twist.  It was delicious.

In the back of my mind was my walk…will I have time tonight?

Arriving home, Carl left to be with his girlfriend, Amanda and Dave and I got ready to visit my sister.  My sister, Anne, lives down the street from me.  I knew we should WALK!  It would be dark by the time we left my sister’s, but it is a quiet street, so we would be safe.  It isn’t far, in fact I didn’t even track it to my sister’s house.  I just was glad my husband agreed we could walk there.  The walk there was quick and easy.  The walk back at 10 pm was so beautiful.  We looked up at the stars twinkling at us and got ready to jump the curb when a truck was headed at us a little to fast!  We made it home safe and sound and I was so glad that even though it wasn’t quite a mile there and back, I still was able to walk today!

Walking in the rain.

Thursday.  July 23, 2015.  Happy birthday to my husband!

Staring out the window at work I contemplated my walking adventure for the day.  The sun was shining, but there was a large black cloud.  Rain was not in the forecast for today, what the heck?  I packed up my protein shake and cheese sticks  and headed out the door…just in time for large rain drops plop on my head.  Great.  I headed back in and grabbed an umbrella.  I wasn’t going to let rain drops stop me.  I set my pace and walked briskly out of the courtyard to the street.

My umbrella was pink with “Love is all you need” written all over it.  It cheered me up as I made my way to the dreaded intersection.   The raindrops were far and few between, so I lowered my umbrella at the intersection and hung it on my wrist.  I twisted the blue cap off my protein shake and took a large swallow.  The white pedestrian man blinked for me to safely cross and I quickly made my way across the street.

Approaching me was a large group of pre-schoolers with their caregivers, apparently on a little field trip.  The children were so happy and smiling.  Everyone of these children had Down Syndrome or other handicap and their joy at life encouraged me as I smiled at them.  Most of the children said hello to me and I returned it with a cheerful hello and smile.  What little precious beings!  I wished I could walk with them!daycare centerThis must of been the pre-school the children were walking from.

Breathing deeply, I turned onto the street Chateau Terrace.  It sounded fancy and exclusive!  I knew it was a dead end, but found it had many outlets that wound back to my start.  Perfect!  The street was much like the one I walked down yesterday, with many cute houses and tidy gardens.  house with chairsAll of my pictures are blurry for some reason.  This was a big house with colorful Adirondack chairs.

Today I had my black, flowered back pack on, weighed down with about 5 pounds.  Wearing my floral skirt, walking shoes and back pack, I must of looked like a missionary or door to door sales person!  No one bothered me though, so it was good!

The rest of walk was very enjoyable as I passed tiny cottage house and big, new remodeled houses.  It was so quiet, I could hear the birds singing and planes passing overhead.  I remembered to check my pace; I was at .59 miles.  Rounding the corner headed back to the brick office building I thought for sure I would hit my goal of 1 mile.

Nearing the entrance to the courtyard back to my office I checked my pace again.  I was short!  I need .10 to make 1 mile.  I headed to back of the building, walked like a crazy person around the parking lot, waiting for my app to tell me I hit the 1 mile mark.  Finally, I heard the electronic voice say, 1 mile at a pace of 21 minutes 47 seconds.  Now, I could head into work.  I made sure to walk a little on the lush, green grass next to my building and then hurried up the stairs into my office.

I’m leaving one pair of walking shoes at the office, so I never have to walk in high heels again!

Another day, another chance to keep walking.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015.  At work today the glorious sun beaming through the window panes lured me outside to eat lunch.  Today was the day “I start” walking during my lunch time.

Entering the concrete and brick picnic area outside my office I hatched my plan.  After gobbling down a healthy cold slice of pizza and washing it down with a protein shake I would walk 1 mile.  Grabbing my lunch bag, weighed down with a bottle of water and my latest reading material, I set out.

With the pizza churning into a nice dough ball in my stomach I walked briskly toward Main Street out of the courtyard of the brick office building where I worked.  The smell of freshly spread blacktop sealer seared my nose.  I patiently waited at the busy corner of Main St. and Harlem Road for the light to change to begin my latest adventure.  Walking across this intersection every day is taking my life into my own hands as cars whiz by without regard to pedestrian right of way.  Making it safely across I wished I had remembered to bring my walking shoes to work.  Walking in high-heeled sandals was a challenge, but I looked good.  I think.

I walked past a florist, three restaurants, a gas station and a drug store then found a quiet dead end street that I immediately knew was today’s walking path.  The street was residential with craftsman homes that all had neat, tidy yards.  I could hear birds singing and spied children coloring with chalk on the sidewalk across the street.  This neighborhood was idyllic and charming.

Unfortunately, I suddenly realized in my eagerness to “start” I neglected to start my phone app that keeps my pace.  Not losing stride I quickly started it up and chugged along.  My left foot had a funny twang that I disregarded to the fact that high-heeled sandals are not walking shoes.   As I came to the dead end of the street I realized I had to turn around.  Yuck.  I don’t want to ever turnaround, so I walked up the other side of the street, reasoning that this was a new path since it was on the opposite side of the street.

Slowing my pace I enjoyed the gardens of the houses I passed.   gardenflowers

There was a house with two Adirondack chairs in the front yard, just calling out to weary travelers.  I wasn’t weary, so I carried on.  Main Street was ahead and along with it, loud bangs from a garbage truck, cars honking and weaving around the street.  My feet hit the concrete sidewalk hard and I wondered if any of the Appalachian Trail was on a sidewalk.  I hope not much, if any.

Carefully making my way back to work, I resisted the urge to stop at TWO ice cream shops and a chocolate shop.  Walking on the concrete and black top is not my ideal conditions and I knew what I had to.  Approaching my office building I walked around to the side and found a lush green patch of grass.

Not much, but it was enough.  greengrassoasis

I was tempted to pull my sandals off, but a bee lurking at a wild strawberry flower stopped me.  I felt the tickle of the grass on my ankles and toes and breathed in a deep, cleansing breath.  I checked my pace, figuring in my “lost” portion with the map.

My pace was 1.1 miles and I was so glad “I Started” walking during lunch today.

Somewhere. Sometime.

Somewhere, sometime.  You have to start.  July 20, 2015.  It was a Monday, of course, starting on a Monday is cliché, but like the saying goes….You have to start sometime; so Monday it was.

Somewhere was more meaningful.  Backyard? Park? Trail? Sidewalk?  In the end, leaving the house was the important part.  Escaping daily routine and distractions is easier said than done.  “Your goal is too big!” “You don’t know what you are getting into!” “I’m not fit enough.” “I don’t have enough money.” “You don’t have enough time.”  Thoughts and people’s opinions get in the way of starting somewhere and starting sometime.

Monday.  July 20, 2015 at the backdoor of my house.  I started.

Not knowing where it was leading I took my first steps, bounding down the stairs to the driveway and reaching the sidewalk.  I turned right and headed into the village.  It was a beautiful evening and I set my pace quickly.  As I walked, I smiled at everyone and no one.  My soul filled with the joy of “starting.”  My feet led me to a walking path.  Not very exciting.  Keeping positive I rounded the bend and saw it.  The Joe Panza Nature Trail.  joepanzaIt was pulling me to enter enticing me with the promise of cool shade and solitude.  I did not resist the pull and easily walked into the trail head framed by tall trees.

With no small goal in mind when “I started” I realized there were many choices on this trail.  Left, right, straight, turn around?   forkinthetrailI would never, ever turn around.

Right then and there I set a goal.  3.1 miles or otherwise known as a “5K.”  It seemed a realistic goal and checking my pace, I found out I was half way there already.

With new confidence I quickened my pace around the nature trail, walking out of the woods and around the walking path, out of the park and I wasn’t going home until I hit my mark.  The daylight was fading as I walked out of the park.  I needed more distance and hurried around the Fireman’s Park and put blinders on past the cupcake shop.  I realized I was still short of 3.1 miles.  Walking home a little more slowly, I passed St. Aidan’s church.  I remembered the labyrinth they maintain in their backyard.  That will do it!

I paused just briefly before entering the labyrinth, remembering my bigger goal of hiking the Appalachian Trail.  I took the first little step and wound my way around the flowers and stones, breathing deeply as the meditative motion pulled me to the center.  The little red bench beckoned a short pause in my journey.  I pulled away from the center and wound out of the labyrinth making my way home.  The sidewalk was flat and easy to walk as I checked my pace.  3.2 miles.  I knew my bigger goal was possible because.   I Started.