Just do it

So I have finally hit my inactivity threshold. There is only so much desk-job sloth that I can handle before I start chomping at the bit. In this case I don't mean the itching need to get myself across the ocean, or the niggling desire to leave this two-horse town (that's a given), but to get my muscles moving, blood circulating, new impulses to the brain. It is time.

I haven't found a running partner here, and somehow I just can't manage to go regularly alone, but Heather said she'd walk with me. The first time, I dragged her out in search of a shopping center that eluded us like a much-needed oasis. But we walked for a couple of nice hours, into a headwind that never turned in a tailwind, and came home refreshed and windburned (and now she is as enthusiastic as I am). It was a holiday that day anyway, and the stores would have been closed--I just wanted to find civilization. We did see a cool sock store. Kinda reminded me of Ginny Weasley... So far we've gone south, north and west. I suppose it's off to the land of the rising sun next.

Walking is nice. It takes a bit longer to get where you're going, of course, and quite a lot longer to achieve the yummy pulse-racing, nerves-twitching, yay-I-did-something feeling, but it comes eventually. I am hoping that, in addition to changing the air in my lungs and saving my behind from the otherwise-inevitable desk-job sprawl, our new power-walking routine will ameliorate at least a bit of my directional impotence. Seriously, I suck at finding my way around. I did not inherit my dad's utter navigational confidence or internal compass. Sigh. But the more you get around, the better you know your city. And you might find a cool sock store.