(The road where I take my morning walks.)

I have been talking about taking a morning walk for quite some time.  Evidentally, it takes a very long time for an idea of mine to perculate into any real sustained motivation.  At least, it perculates. At least, it finally comes into fruitation.  I have walked every morning now for three days at the time of this writing.  (Of course, this post is being written ahead of time,and hopefully, I will have walked a good many more days at the time of it’s posting.)

I can’t say that I woke up one morning bubbling over with joy at the thought that I was going to begin this morning walk ritual.  In fact, I wasn’t happy about it at all. I was more like a spoiled lazy child who went screaming and kicking the whole way.  I didn’t want to do it.  I could think of a million other things I would rather be doing. Like: sitting on my big caboose, in the air conditioning, watching TV, or working on this website, or sending out emails to all of my lovely family and friends.  Still, somehow, the woman in me snatched the rebellious lazy child in me, by the ear, and took her for a walk.  I made myself do it.   And I have been making myself do it every day since.

Oh, I have had many reasons in the past as to why I should not walk this country road.  Isn’t that how it always is when we don’t really relish doing something?  Excuses start coming out the woodwork.  I told myself that I needed better walking shoes before I could begin such a routine. I needed a cane to help support the knee that I blew out last year at this time.  I envisioned rabid animals, or vicious dogs, or some crazed lunatic passing by in a vehicle trying to attack me while I walked on a country back road.

So, what did I do?  I bought better walking shoes.  I armed myself with a big stick to use either as a cane or a flogging weapon. I put my cell phone in my pocket, and my sunglasses on my face, and headed on out the door.  And though I still don’t like the walk, I feel empowered and proud.

The rebellious lazy inner child doesn’t kick and scream nearly as much now.  The fear is disappearing too.  And with every step, I am getting stronger both inside and out.