I woke up this morning sore. My knees hurt, bottom hurts and I have a number of other aches and pains.
I know your thinking did she go to the gym and work out too hard? Did she climb a mountain or swim the English Channel?
Wrong! I went for a walk and found out exercising can be dangerous, nerve wrecking and etc..
I have been writing about my past, but today I thought I would share what happened yesterday.
I am trying to walk 10,000 steps a day. Sitting at the computer writing all the time has added a few pounds and clothes are beginning to feel tight.
The weather is perfect for walking and I do enjoy this exercise a lot, walking in the neighborhoods around my home. Looking at the different houses and the way the yards are set up.
Will I found out yesterday I need to pay more attention to where I am going, instead of thinking about a story I am working on or about the houses and yards I am looking at.
At least I wasn't behind the wheel of my car, is all I can say.
I am walking along and I realize I am really tired. I looked at my watch and I had been walking for an hour. I looked around the neighborhood I am in and I don't recognize anything.
Now as you know in my other tales, I don't like retracing the way I have come. I am afraid of becoming more lost than I already am. Especially this time, since I have taken streets off to the side and etc. There isn't a straight path I could follow.
The thought keeping me going, was I didn't want to have to call one of my sons to come get me. In my mind I can hear the conversation.
"Hi, it's mom. (a long pause) I was wondering if you would come and get me?"
"Did the car break down?" Of course son would sound a little distracted being busy at work.
"No, I'm not in my car. I am out walking."
"Mom, why do I need to come get you if your out walking? Did you sprain an ankle? Where are you at?"
"No I'm not hurt. (another long pause) I don't know where I am?"
"Mom, do you feel faint? Did the feeling of not knowing where you are come on suddenly? Have you been having trouble remembering things?"
"No to everything you asked." Now I am becoming a little peeved at all the questions. "I am lost. I don't know which way to go to find home."
The laughter explodes over the phone and I hear this voice gasping for air as he asks, "Did you find the scenic route?"
Now I am mad at the son I was thinking of calling and decide I am not calling any of my sons, come hell or high water. I will find my own way home, thank you very much. I will not be laughed at or ridiculed for my lack of direction. I am not in the mood for it.
One problem was this neighborhood had a lot of dead ends and circle streets. I would head down one hoping it would go through to only find out it circled back. Which means they don't really lead any where. I finally gave up and walked in the direction I think one of the main streets can be found.
I was lucky and I did find a main street that I knew. I stand there at the side of this main street wondering which direction I should go, left or right? I know I am a long way from home since I found this main street. It takes at least fifteen minutes in the car to get to this street from my home. I can see stop lights way down the street in both directions and decide I would head toward the closes one.
I know you are wondering why I don't use my cell phone to find my way home.
I don't have the directional thing on my cell phone and I can't see the screen when I am out in the sunshine. It would be just as hard to call someone, unless I knew their numbers by heart and could dial them. The only number I know by heart is my own and sometimes I draw a blank when trying to remember it.
I mean who would think I would need to know my kids numbers. I would scroll down to their name and press enter. Gees give me a break! Ya, I know that's not working this time.
By the time I walked into my front door, I had walked over fourteen thousands steps. Muscles in my bottom, thighs and calves were hurting and my feet were yelling in protest. I would have kissed the floor, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back up and I needed some water. I had drained my water bottle dry long before I reached home.
Who knew walking could be dangerous!
I know your thinking did she go to the gym and work out too hard? Did she climb a mountain or swim the English Channel?
Wrong! I went for a walk and found out exercising can be dangerous, nerve wrecking and etc..
I have been writing about my past, but today I thought I would share what happened yesterday.
I am trying to walk 10,000 steps a day. Sitting at the computer writing all the time has added a few pounds and clothes are beginning to feel tight.
The weather is perfect for walking and I do enjoy this exercise a lot, walking in the neighborhoods around my home. Looking at the different houses and the way the yards are set up.
Will I found out yesterday I need to pay more attention to where I am going, instead of thinking about a story I am working on or about the houses and yards I am looking at.
At least I wasn't behind the wheel of my car, is all I can say.
I am walking along and I realize I am really tired. I looked at my watch and I had been walking for an hour. I looked around the neighborhood I am in and I don't recognize anything.
Now as you know in my other tales, I don't like retracing the way I have come. I am afraid of becoming more lost than I already am. Especially this time, since I have taken streets off to the side and etc. There isn't a straight path I could follow.
The thought keeping me going, was I didn't want to have to call one of my sons to come get me. In my mind I can hear the conversation.
"Hi, it's mom. (a long pause) I was wondering if you would come and get me?"
"Did the car break down?" Of course son would sound a little distracted being busy at work.
"No, I'm not in my car. I am out walking."
"Mom, why do I need to come get you if your out walking? Did you sprain an ankle? Where are you at?"
"No I'm not hurt. (another long pause) I don't know where I am?"
"Mom, do you feel faint? Did the feeling of not knowing where you are come on suddenly? Have you been having trouble remembering things?"
"No to everything you asked." Now I am becoming a little peeved at all the questions. "I am lost. I don't know which way to go to find home."
The laughter explodes over the phone and I hear this voice gasping for air as he asks, "Did you find the scenic route?"
Now I am mad at the son I was thinking of calling and decide I am not calling any of my sons, come hell or high water. I will find my own way home, thank you very much. I will not be laughed at or ridiculed for my lack of direction. I am not in the mood for it.
One problem was this neighborhood had a lot of dead ends and circle streets. I would head down one hoping it would go through to only find out it circled back. Which means they don't really lead any where. I finally gave up and walked in the direction I think one of the main streets can be found.
I was lucky and I did find a main street that I knew. I stand there at the side of this main street wondering which direction I should go, left or right? I know I am a long way from home since I found this main street. It takes at least fifteen minutes in the car to get to this street from my home. I can see stop lights way down the street in both directions and decide I would head toward the closes one.
I know you are wondering why I don't use my cell phone to find my way home.
I don't have the directional thing on my cell phone and I can't see the screen when I am out in the sunshine. It would be just as hard to call someone, unless I knew their numbers by heart and could dial them. The only number I know by heart is my own and sometimes I draw a blank when trying to remember it.
I mean who would think I would need to know my kids numbers. I would scroll down to their name and press enter. Gees give me a break! Ya, I know that's not working this time.
By the time I walked into my front door, I had walked over fourteen thousands steps. Muscles in my bottom, thighs and calves were hurting and my feet were yelling in protest. I would have kissed the floor, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back up and I needed some water. I had drained my water bottle dry long before I reached home.
Who knew walking could be dangerous!
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