Monday through Friday I venture out at around 7:40 a.m. walking my runaway to school. Aspen and I walk, usually hand in hand, because she will still let me. I cherish this time to talk with her. She is so grown up. I want her to be grown up- only not yet. Can I plan for that to happen in 10 years instead of now...please? I always want her to hold my hand.
One the return trip, I walk solo. I absolutely love this time of day. It is relatively calm, despite the traffic of moms and dads busily shuffling kids to school. I am thankful for 20 mile an hour school zone speeds. Less noise. Smells in the air are new, almost clean. The crisp mornings brings my senses alive and invigorates me for the next crazy hour ahead.
Many times, as I am feeling spunky, I enjoy a nice little heart-rate-increasing jog home. The problem with the jog is that it gets me home quicker and I don't enjoy the silent pondering as much as I do when I walk. But I do love the refreshing jog. It makes me feel like I'm up for what challenges the day might bring. Walk or Jog- one of my first choices of the day. What is yours?
I'm beginning to thrive on that time as it gets cooler and cooler. I see it slipping away ever so slightly as the leaves begin to fall and as cold canyon winds whip around me. As the weather changes, I will not desire to be out as long. Nor will I love having frost bitten toes, nose and ears as I trudge through the snow covered walks with coverings that were easy to find and fast to put on. Maybe that is when jogging will no longer be a choice but a necessity! Opportunity?
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