I often wonder why I don’t just get the heck off my arse in the mornings and get out for a walk before it gets too hot. Well, today I did. I was out the door at 7.40am – the sun was up, but it was a little hazy and the temperature was manageable.
Some of my muscles are complaining today. We went to the beach on Saturday, one which has a bit of a trek from the parking lot, and the grass was wet from the irrigation sprinklers. I had flip flops on (I actually typed ‘slip’ then, now appropriate) and at one point my feet shot out from under me and I landed on my butt. Plenty of padding there, at least, however it wasn’t until the next day that I felt the soreness in my right arm and right side of my neck where I must have wrenched something, and today I felt some bruising in the hip area too.
Maybe some yoga is required. I dusted off my yoga book last week and spent some time stretching and it felt really good….until the next day, when my shoulders complained.
Funny how synchronicity works – two blog updates on Google Reader today, both on the theme of turning 30. I shall have to respond with my own screed on turning 50, I suppose!
When I’m walking, I do like to focus on what’s around me. It’s too easy to get introspective, the legs go on auto-pilot, and before you know it you’re back home and you don’t remember noticing anything. So for at least part of the time, I’m enjoying the views of the lake and mountains, the smells and sounds and goings-on of the neighbourhood. But part of the time, my mind wanders.
One of the things that’s on my mind a lot these days is my friend Anne. If you read my post about cancer last week you’ll recall that I mentioned her. With my birthday coming up, it prompts the memory of the same date two years ago when I gave her a big hug. She was so sick, she’d forgotten it was my birthday (two weeks later she was gone) but I told her that the best present I could have was a hug from her. I miss her physical presence in my life so much, but certain days make the memories flood back, like my birthday, her birthday, or the anniversary of her death.
And then of course these thoughts lead to my dad and how he won’t be around much longer, and I wonder whether we ever stop grieving for those we’ve lost. All you have to do is conjure up a memory and the pain is there again, not as intense, but still there.
Those are my musings today. And now life goes on…