… hello January and a brand-new year!
Mother Nature is finally done tweaking the weather forecast and has settled on more seasonable temps. After yesterday’s cold and blustery walk, I decided I needed to tweak my walking wardrobe a bit too.
Before I left on my first journey of 2016, I threw open the cedar closet to find more warm woolens to wear. One of the advantages, (if there are any), to wearing eyeglasses instead of contact lenses, is that I can wear all those warm and fuzzy sweaters that I had to abandon since the fibers always seemed to land between my eyeball and contact lens. I put those sweaters in the corner of the cedar closet knowing they’d come in handy one day. Today was that day. I pulled out a few of them and trotted back upstairs – hmmm, not bad, so I knew I’d be toasty warm wearing them. My sweat suits are getting bare after all these years and I hesitate to buy new ones due to the “fuzz factor” … you know, until you wash them a half-dozen times, there is fuzz that goes everywhere when you pull them on or off or even walk through the house. So, I set out with a sweater with a huge cowl neck, circa the early 90s, and I really could have impersonated a turtle and slunk way down into that slouchy, oversized turtleneck. Perhaps it might have kept my frozen face warm as it was very cold this morning.
The streets were silent as I started out and it was that way the entire trip. I didn’t see a soul, and, the wind was rattling the various wind chimes along the way, so much in fact, that it sounded like church bells ringing in the distance.
I hadn’t visited Council Point Park in a while and decided that was my destination on the first day of this brand, spanking-new year. The trail was deserted and colder than usual since the bare trees and bushes offer virtually no protection from the wind in those wide-open spaces. I had a small bag of peanuts squirrelled away for my peanut pals, but there were no takers. They either partied too long last night, or they preferred to stay hunkered down in their warm nests with their mates. One loop around and I was done for today. The frigid air and stiff wind chill were bad enough, but soon after I arrived, the flakes starting flying about, so it was time to head home. Once inside the warm house, I remembered one of the not-so-great things about wearing eyeglasses was it takes forever for the steam to clear on the lenses when you go from outside to inside.
While I walked along, clad in my warm woolens, I did some serious woolgathering about my resolutions for this year – do I set mini goals or big goals as to walking? Maybe I ought to just go with the flow? I do aim to try for a five-mile walk in under an hour by Labor Day. If the Governor can accomplish that feat across the Mackinac Bridge with those stats, so will Linda Schaub. On Labor Day 2016, it will be five years since I began this walking regimen. I didn’t keep track of my mileage at first, but we were blessed with a mild and nearly snow-free Winter in 2011-2012, so I trekked to the footbridge nearly every day. I would not discover Council Point Park until the Spring of 2013, so, when warmer weather arrived, I started extending my forays past the footbridge and down toward the Detroit River.
I have been crunching numbers and based on my walking logs, I figure I’ve walked nearly 2,500 miles to date. I hope I can continue my progress and also to keep those blog posts coming this year and many more years to come.
The year 2016 finds us with an extra day – Leap Day, February 29th. So, there are 366 days and possibilities to reckon with. What will you do with that extra day – how will you spend those precious 1,440 minutes? Well, I hope it will be doing something that makes you smile.
I leave you with this thought to start off your new year:
“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” ~ Joseph Addison