Walking

Since last I blogged my trike was stolen. I was devastated, horrified, angry, and a little scared as it was taken from my back yard in the night. But I'm taking it with a grain of salt and realizing it's opening up more opportunities for me. Like walking.

I can't say I have ever really enjoyed walking. It always seems to take forever and, well, it makes my feet hurt. But I've been walking none the less. I feel it's a family tradition now. My Grandfather walks I think it's 7mi every day (correct me if I'm wrong, Grandpa!), my parents walk often on the weekends, my sister and her husband often walk into town from there home in Kentucky. But it's my grandfather who who inspires me. He's 79. I'm 21. So I can walk to work 3 times a week. I'm not sure how far it is to work, maybe a mile and a half one way? I can do it. Although, you have to know that my grandfather is much more physically fit then I am. I remember the day after we had taken over a 10mi walk my cousin and I were sore and achy and tired and when we told Grandpa this he responded by saying "I feel fine!", dancing around the kitchen and laughing. That was only a few years ago. So I can walk to work. And, surprisingly enough, I have been enjoying it greatly. It offers me time to myself, time to think, enjoy the summer smells. So thanks, Grandpa for inspiring me to walk and learn to enjoy it. I aspire to be as healthy, fun loving, and young as you are when I'm 79.