I walked to work this morning for the first time in a year and a half. It's a two mile walk. I didn't walk because I wanted to but rather because I had to. I used to enjoy my walk - - our town is beautiful, and in spring the colors are bursting. Of course, it's too early for there to be much color yet, but I don't think that would have mattered anyway. I didn't really want to walk, the skies are gray and threatening rain, and I am so out of shape that I knew - - I just knew - - that it would be a painful way to start my day. I was right. When I was walking to work for pleasure, I was in great shape, I could wear cute clothes (that's important!) and I walked with confidence. This morning it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other. Before I was even half way there, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, and at one point even my rear end hurt. I felt like a crippled old lady (which I am not). A couple of senior citizens were out walking. They were behind me, but soon passed me and soon after that were out of sight. Humiliating.
I don't want to do it, but I know that if I want to ever gain my pride back and be able to beat those two old ladies, I need to keep walking. I guess my aches and pains are nothing that four or five ibuprofen won't cure. I just need to keep telling myself that, though, because right now my nice comfortable car is calling me . . . . all aboard!