Today while I drove back from Yarnia to get that last hank for finishing Rasha’s Icarus, I realized that I needed to get a more stable exercise habit. Granted, there is “Walk and Knit” at Borders and yoga at FocuspointRI, but at $12 a session, yoga is expensive over my little yarn budget. I decided to take that solid first step and walk a mile when I came home this evening. Months ago I resolved to walk during lunch. It seems that only if certain factors are in place, I will go. So far, I have gone only once, and that was with Rasha after eating some sinful Chinese food. It was a beautiful day, and I was able to take some fabulous photos.
Now that I did my one mile walk at home, I actually feel better. I can see how this little bit of exercise can lead to bigger goals, and I am looking forward to them. I have to give kudos to Zarah and Kimberly for writing about their exercise regimen. What was the best part of the walk? I did not change into the Sacony shoes bought for running. Tonight I wore my work outfit — jeans, my “got chocolate?” t-shirt from the Chocolate Cafe in STL, a cardigan, and my steel-toe Doc Martens. I have worn those boots so much that they squeak. To put some amusement into the picture, my neighborhood can be a triffle stuffy (okay, the word is “snotty”). I was walking to the end of my street (1/2 mile each way) and back to my house squeaking and clunking away with arms pumping like I am power-walking. I felt a sense of accomplishment; I did something I set my mind upon. If Debbie could finish her 30 mile walk for Breast Cancer this past weekend, I can walk one measly mile and I enjoyed every second of it!
During the walk, I was able to come up with this entry’s title, and I thought of the different meaning that the words presented. The first image was from my evening walk. Another image is how I am in the mornings. I can be a morning person if I go to bed early enough and get 6-7 hours of sleep. I have always loved being up before dawn so I can see the sun come out. Unfortunately with inadequate sleep, I am about as graceful as Frankenstein.
The last image came to me from one of Femiknit Mafia’s entries. She hinted about big changes possibly coming into her life. I am in a similar situation. A few weeks ago, I took a deep breath and applied for another job, one that would dictate the rest of my working career and possibly be something to retire as. I made it through the first interview, and my second one is this Thursday. If I get the job, great; if not, at least I know I tried. For me, nothing is worse than that regretful “What if” feeling from not going for something you want. After so many “what ifs” in my past, I now would rather try and fail to see what I need to improve on myself than not try at all and wonder for the rest of my life. So I am clunking around gracefully while waiting for the work-week to end.
On that note, be sure to see me in my Doc Martens this Sunday at the Boston Knit-Out and Crochet. I will be at the Bloggers’ Table, and I will have some binders filled with the latest entries from our Blog-linkers plus goodies to hand out! =:8