I try to get out several times a week for a long walk. Walking is the best medicine, isn’t it? A couple years ago I heard of a study that showed that women could significantly improve their longevity through walking. Now I could ‘a told you that. I see the proof everyday. Women as old as the hills and rickety as rockers out there walking everywhere. One day, I aim to be one of them.
It’s the air and sunlight that does it for them, I’m pretty sure. Me? I like to feel the fresh air. There’s nothing like it. It’s just so… fresh. Besides, walking is a physical-type exercise. Or it can be, if you push hard enough. In general, I go hard on my walks. I don’t usually do the leisurely stroll. I’m on a mission: heavy breathing. When you’re breathing heavily, your heart gets involved. I like that. I like to feel my heart and know, without question, that I have one.
Looking up at the stuff around me is another aspect of walking that I can’t get enough of. I like looking up at things. Like telephone wires for instance. Or clouds. Or chain link fences. Or trees. I just need the change of scene sometimes. If I have a soul, then getting out of doors is probably good for it, wouldn’t you say?
Sometimes my walk will present me with a gift of sorts. The other day for example, I came across a murder of crows. There must have been sixty or seventy of the large black birdies nestled in a grove of naked trees all sitting and squawking together. They made a beautiful silhouette against the sky. But at the same time, their calls gave me some serious willies. Were they squawking about me? I don’t know. And I didn’t stay to find out neither.
I do this thing during my walks that involves walking as tall and as straight as is humanly possible. I literally feel six feet tall when I do it. I’m only 5 feet 4 inches tall so that’s an 8 inch improvement, right? True, the feeling subsides when I come home again but whatever. It’s great to be that tall even for a little while.
Sometimes I’ll spend my whole walk crying like a blubbering fool. Sometimes the tears are happy and sometimes they’re not. Every now and again, a girl just needs to let go, you know? And my walk is the perfect place for me to let it all hang out.
During a walk I will often stare up into the blue. I’ll fix my gaze on one spot for a while which feels strangely wondrous. I like to beam my most random and personal thoughts up into the heavens. Where they go, nobody knows. But that’s the beauty of it; it’s absolutely safe and comforting. Kind of like a prayer.
The above photos were taken during a walk through my neighbourhood on Tuesday, the 13th of December, 2011.