Okay, so I was feeling pretty cruddy yesterday and today, and I even started writing a post about how "blah" I was feeling. Then I went for a walk this afternoon, which was my second walk since friday. Wait just a darn gosh minute there! Why am I feeling so down when I have started walking again?!?!? This has been one of my goals for quite a while now. There had been days when I can barely get around my house, or from my house to my car. But, my meds have kicked in and a while back I walked home from work (which is indeed close, but an accomplishment none-the-less).
And then on friday the weather was amazing, I had energy and little pain in my ankle. So, I decided to take the mutt for a walk. And I did, and it was glorious. Let me tell you folks, I even cried on this walk. Then, I did it again today. I feel awesome, not perfect, but pretty darn awesome.
Walking is my calm. It gets me where I need to go. It gets me outdoors, in the wilderness, close to the earth. Sometimes it stresses me out, when I see a big lynx up ahead, or in situations where my dog feels the need to run after a moose, or get herself caught in an animal trap (this has happened twice. A serious downer on walks in the woods. And, I don't mean a park, I mean the forest). Don't worry, Fran is a real trooper and loves a good bunny to run after.
I need it, I need to be able to walk, it keeps me balanced. I don't feel cruddy, I feel good. I'm walkin' again!