I went for a walk yesterday!

August 14, 2006

So, that might not seem like a big deal, but I felt like I had reclaimed a part of my pre-mother self, and it was awesome!
Before I had kids, I walked all the time.  I’d walk almost every day, usually for at least an hour, sometimes for close to two.  I never had a plan or a set mileage–I’d just start walking, exploring, turning down whichever streets intrigued me that day.  It was great on so many levels.  Obviously, it was great exercise, but it also gave me time to think and sort out whatever dilemmas I was having at the time.  And, it was an awesome stress reliever.

After my first son was born, I still managed to squeeze in occasional walks, and I’d just push him along in his stroller.  But, as he got older, HE wanted to do the walking–that changed the nature of the walks considerably!

Since having my second son, it’s gotten near impossible to find time for long, energetic walks.  There are so many constrictions–hot Southern weather, my job, the responsibilities of housekeeping, the kids’ schedules, the daunting hill I need to climb to get out of our neighborhood, etc.  

But, yesterday at 8 a.m., I was sitting at my desk, and the toddler walked up to me, sandals in hand.  He’d been up since 5:15 and was ready to get out of the house.  Usually, we’d just go play in the driveway, but yesterday I said, “Do you want to go for a walk?”  He nodded an enthusiastic “Yes!”

I quickly got both of us dressed, then checked in with our older boy.  He was busy with transformers in his room and wanted to keep playing (Dad was in the house and could supervise).  So, it was just the toddler and I!  I strapped him into his stroller and we were off!

It was a great morning for a walk–cloud cover was hiding the sun, there was a slight breeze, and the temperatures were comfortable.  We walked for over an hour and did some major exploring.  We checked out the neighborhood across the way and found out that there’s a pond back there!  Who knew?
Everynow and again, I’d peer down at the boy and ask, “Are you having fun?”  He’d nod, and we’d keep going.

When we got home I was sweaty, a little sore from using muscles that haven’t been used much lately, and very thirsty–it felt SOOOO good!