You know.. this is something they don't tell you about walking. Okay, they tell you that if you keep at it, "Soon, you'll find yourself looking forward to it!" I've been eagerly awaiting that time, simply because it's a sign that this is becoming part of my life, not a novel little fad I'm indulging in.
But... there is a dark side! And the dark side is that along comes a day like today. It's snowing. I'm not working. It's cold and getting around is next to impossible. By all accounts, I shouldn't feel the least bit guilty about not going for a walk. And, I don't really feel guilty. I almost doubled last week's distance. I'm doing pretty darned good. The problem is not that I feel I should walk, but that I feel trapped and boxed in because I can't walk. It's like my body is used to it and expects it, and is acting like a spoiled child. "Walk, damn you, walk! It's good, it's fun! So what if there's about 2 feet of snow and they haven't plowed your street or any of the sidewalks, for god's sake WALK! If you don't, I'm going to make you very unhappy! I'm going to be cranky!"
I keep trying to tell myself that shoveling the driveway (twice) is exersize, but it seems like my legs are saying, "Nuh uh. Unless you really really really use us, it's just cheating!"
My arms seem convinced they've been doing exersise... but the legs aren't convinced.
And I can't really go anywhere. I feel weirdly trapped.
I don't know if this is a good sign or a bad sign or a bit of both. If this winter is bad, I hate the idea of being like a flea on crack because I can't walk. On the other hand, it's a good sign that I'm not looking for big excuses not to walk like, "Oh dear, there's a "d" in this day... better skip it.
Chrissy is getting weird.. she keeps running into my room, glaring at me like I am the personification of evil, then running out. I've been scratching my head over this attitude of hers, but it's just hit me... I always feed them either 1: when I'm done with my walk or 2: As I come home from work. As I have done neither today, I have forgotten to feed them. So, indeed, I am scum. I will further make myself go down the trail into total scumdom, by continuing to write this post and not leap to rectify this situation and feed my poor, starving, kitty. (Let's, for a moment, ignore the big bowl of dry food that is always at her disposal... because darn it, crunchies don't count!) Further proof that walking, while good for you, has its downside... as in you might forget to properly care for your cats and give them their wet food at a particular time. You might further walk through the path of the damned, by continuing to sit in front of the computer, writing, while the poor cat keeps coming in to stare at you.
Surprisingly, through all this extreme attitude of Chrissy's, Goten is peacefully sleeping on my bed, all curled up. He looks like a big old fur covered ham.