September 15, 2013 in Jade
I rose early this morning to take a walk. I slipped into my hiking boots, hoisted my yoga mat over my shoulder and away I went, out the door and through my neighbourhood. At first I took it slow. I was the only one out. As I passed little brick bungalows and driveways covered in toys and bicycles I imagined the world was just waking in their own way; kids still in pyjamas slurping up their Cheerios and televisions blaring cartoons.
For a small group of us however we were gathering at the local schoolyard to walk. I have joined a class that does a half hour of running or power walking followed by a half hour of calming yoga. The air was cool but the sun still radiated warmth this morning hanging on to the last vestiges of summer. A perfect day for a walk.
I walked twenty minutes to get to our rendezvous point but my ambling was nothing like power walking. I kept a steady pace all the way to the school but really, it was easy walking.
I must have short legs because what I discovered today is that I am a slow walker!
Our group was small and friendly. Half the group were runners and the other half were going to power walk. This was the group I was in. We started out in a pack walking together until we each fell into our individual rhythm’s. I thought we walkers would stick together but it was soon apparent that I was slow. I walked as fast as my legs would move me. But it wasn’t fast enough to keep up with the pack. The runners were by now lost to my sight and the other walkers kept disappearing around the corners leaving me to myself and my thoughts.
Yes, I had thoughts. Despite the fact that I was walking as hard and fast as I could I still managed to think. Though I had sweat beading on my forehead and coursing down my back I still had a mind to process the ideas that come to me when I walk. I thought about the Camino. I thought about the tree’s turning colour and counted the crunchy leaves beneath my feet noting that next year at this time I will have finished my walk through Northern Spain. Then what?
I will keep powering through life, some days walking with zest, and others slow and steady.
I fell way behind the others but I enjoyed the solitude. I was walking to the tune of the breeze and the songs of the birds.
I caught up to the group again at the school where we did our yoga in the yard. Stretching, our limbs yawning and reaching for the blue sky. Our faces turned to the sun and we were warm.
On my walk home, the sidewalks were coming alive with fellow walkers. Men and women on their way to church, the store, and to garage sales. People were walking their dogs and there was the slow emergence of children out into their yards.
I decided that Sunday mornings are a wonderful time for walking.