I think I might be weird in that I enjoy walking so much. My fitbit says I took over 32,000 steps today. That’s a lot of freaking steps. I’m lying down on the couch while I’m writing this. My feet hurt and I kind of just want to go to bed, I’m so tired. It’s just a little after nine o’clock. I want to watch a movie, but I don’t think I’ll make it through. Deep down, I’m a stubborn person. I’m a stubborn, impatient person who likes to get things done. That affects my job performance sometimes. I like to get things done quickly.
I’d walk a lot in Boston because I hated waiting for trains and busses. It made me nervous to wait. I’d get anxious and want to get going. Or else I’d worry that it’d never come and I’d be stuck in limbo. I get anxious waiting to board airplanes as well. I worry that my seat section will never get called or that we’ll never take off. (I think that last part stems from a horrible 24 hours of flying that happened to me last year. Ever since then I’ve worried my plane will get off the ground.)
I walked a lot today. It was mainly by choice though. I walked to the Basilica for a meeting and then to Uptown to a bookstore and back up Hennepin Avenue and then back home. And then I walked another couple miles to the liquor store. And then to Dairy Queen a little while later. All in all, over 14 miles. I’d say that’s a pretty good day.
I walked a lot in the spring of 2014 when i didn’t have much else to do. I’d leave for work at about 3 p.m., even though I didn’t have to be in till about 6 p.m. I’d walk the 20 minutes to the Davis Square T station and then I’d get off at Downtown Crossing. I’d stop in at the Shrine of St. Anthony to say a quick prayer and light a candle. And then I’d walk over the bridge into the seaport district and into work. I’m guessing I did at least 20,000 steps a day for a good two months. That coupled with yoga and running (and of course the anxiety and lack of eating) made lose about 15 pounds.
When I get stressed or anxious, I just like to walk by myself. It’s my small way of escaping things. I think that’s why I want to do the Camino Del Santiago in Spain. That feels like walking for a purpose. I really liked the movie “The Way” where Martin Sheen completed that walk in honor of his dead son. Maybe I’ll get to do that some day. I hope so. It feels like it would suit me well to do that.
Maybe I’ll learn to sit down someday. Maybe that’s why I’m nervous about settling down. I like stepping. Ok, I’m starting to get really tired.