Labor Day weekend has a special significance for me … at least since 2011. On the Friday before the long holiday, September 2, 2011, I began my walking regimen.
I dusted off a pair of walking shoes that had reposed in the basement since my last (and failed) attempt at walking on a daily basis for exercise. Yep, I bought those shoes, wore them a couple of times, had good intentions, but never followed through.
But since I had begun working from home in 2011 and sitting in one spot all day long, I knew I had to get out and stretch my legs – it was time to begin walking in earnest.
“Don’t talk the talk unless you can walk the walk!” – Proverb
It was a sickening hot day to begin walking … you know, the kind of morning where you step outside and it feels like you’re in a locale that Jimmy Buffett might sing about. I almost turned back, but then I remembered that gardening season was beginning to wane and I sure wasn’t getting much exercise walking around the house and down the hall.
So … a fitness routine was launched and that first walk on September 2, 2011 would be the impetus to begin a blog about walking two years later, as well as a renewed interest in photography two years after I began Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy.
I’d say that staying on course that first day of my walk was one of the best gifts I’ve ever given myself. So yes … I followed through on that proverb.
That initial trek was just one long block, in part due to the muggy morning, but also I didn’t want to overdo it and risk shin splints. Gradually I increased my walking steps each day, adding more streets and City blocks along the way. The Winter of 2011-2012 was mild, much like last year’s wonderful Winter, so I was able to walk most days of the season. I was proud of my daily 2 ½ mile jaunt to the footbridge on Emmons Boulevard and back.
I’m now up to five miles most days in the late Spring and Summer … that is, if I don’t dilly-dally in the morning and get out the door in a timely fashion. I try for six or seven miles each day of the weekend when I do longer treks. I can’t fathom how many miles I’ve walked at Council Point Park, which I discovered in 2013, but suffice it to say more miles have been walked there than anywhere else.
I have walked 870 miles/1,400 kilometers so far in 2020 and need to reach 1,255 miles/2,020 kilometers by year end. Whew! I must put my nose to the grindstone and keep my feet on the perimeter path, like my furry friend Parker who is featured in these two photos.
Wherever your treks take you this long holiday weekend, whether they are motoring miles, nautical miles, or if they will be footsteps on a nature path like I will choose to do, please stay safe.