Determined Fool Walking

It ain’t pretty. It never was. I won’t bother with modeling, just ride the momentum. Read an inspirational article and bam, I’m out here in these streets. No make up, heck no shower either- maybe when I come back; Sneakers! not name-brand low-key “shoes” (what a crock . . .), just sneakers; no fancy workout garb either. I put on a mix match horde of rags; so what? Got to go, got to go, got to go go go.

On April 1, I wanted it to happen on April 1! There’s a thing-thing about dates, numbers and such; if you know, you know. Anyway, I told myself, no one else, I’d get out there. If I want to start and stay the course, I have to hit the ground walking today and everyday; hello mail carriers, I appreciate you. Unfortunately, I didn’t physically start on April 1, the day that I read someone’s experience. Already the day is at late morning, still I had every intention to do the damn thing.

As usual life gets in the way; ended up at emergency from 1:00pm to 11:00pm for issue of the hospice husband (a not-so endearing term coined from another article I read). That inspirational story had me zoning out; I was hyper-focused, agitated, and pissed off. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone what I was going to do, as the writer suggested, because I might have blown this off as a joke…Ha Ha, you know I was kidding — April Fools!

This fool (that would be me) started daydreaming and flirting with doing this. Damn near salivating, I cried when I got into my bed about midnight.

It was a good cry though! I guess I thought about it so long and so hard, I caught the “high”. In my mind, I did start on the first of April.

Day 2: 6:00AM; raining at a steady clip; 39 degrees. 15 minutes there, 30 intense minutes, then 15 minutes back. Total of one hour of deliberate walking — add arm swinging too. More 1 hour walking days coming and counting.

I’m on day 7. Now you know.