Third day of double shifts at work and after yesterdays long walk my body did not want to get moving this morning, and I did not sleep well. For the first time ever I was cold in my bed, well my lower extremities were. Very discomforting.
I made my way in to work and found some time in the late am to walk some laps around a nice park. Each lap was ~8 minutes so I am guessing that it was about 0.5 miles per lap. 6 laps done and 3 miles logged in my hiking boots and it felt great. It is in the low 40s and windy but I did not mind as I walked with my sleeves rolled up.
I love being outdoors. The walk today just reconfirmed what I already knew... it was around a couple softball fields and a playground and wound through a part of tollgate creek where in 1982 a couple kids playing found some native american remains. The natives of several different tribes camped and walked along this stream so many glorious years ago and I found myself immersed in visions of what that was like amongst the willows 150 years ago. I loved every minute of it.
You see, I am not a city native. I grew up in the "backwoods" of the Maine coast in a small fishing town. I had 9 acres of woods to call my playground along with 2 acres of yard. I feel completely at home in the wilderness, and yet I have so much to learn. While I am trying to become a long distance runner, I know I am already a long distance hiker. Like Forrest gump running, I can just keep walking. It can get hard at times but it is literally one foot in front of the other and just keep trudging along. Running is similar but is harder to breathe...
My wife is a city girl. She can make do anywhere but is most comfortable in the city. We are a classic case of city mouse married citified country mouse. Where the idea of homesteading in a remote area entices me, she would miss the hustle and bustle of the city. I am not saying she couldn't do it, I'm saying she'd hate it.
As well as learning how to run this year it is also my goal to spend more time outside.. I deprive myself of it too often.
Chris
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