Archive for November 2009
“Your head is there to move you around.”
I walk. More than is expected or usual in the town where I live. When I could drive or ride instead. For the hell of it. For the sake of walking.
I have walked when I had no choice. When I was angry. Bored. Anxious. Tired. I have walked because of rather than despite these things. Because I was impatient. Impulsive. Myself.
I admit that my walking is recreational and not a necessity. Other than the necessity to walk. To move. To not feel that I have atrophied.
I have walked in the snow. Rain. Indoors and outdoors. Just to move. Temperatures above 100. Temperatures down to 15. Now that I own proper outer gear I want to go lower: 10, 5, 0, maybe below.
I regret that I do not walk more. That I drive anything over a few miles. That I forgo walking for convenience. Expediency. In order to cram more “activity” into a day. Activity that is rarely active.
I feel my bones. So I walk. I pretend that there is something from the past, from DNA, from somewhere dictating this. I do not think that this is correct. There is just me. But I have to walk, and so I imagine a cause.
