My Morning Walk
I felt the chill of the air hit my face as I walked outside. I should have felt colder, but it was actually refreshing. It was like I could finally breathe. I took a long, deep breath and let it out. I did it twice more and then started walking, Charlie happily prancing beside me. This was one of his favorite walks on the day, all the new smells to take it that surfaced over night. Plus, I think he secretly liked getting to claim all the trees for himself before anyone else was out and about walking. I watched as he ran from tree to tree.
To be honest, this was one of my favorite walks of the day as well. The streets were empty, the air calm and crisp, the sun just beginning to rise. It was beautiful. Days like these, I wish I wasn't in such a rush. I wish we could just walk for miles and miles. Or, sit on one of the benches just watching the day begin. I took another deep breath, the air felt so good this morning.
I love time like this in the morning. There is so much chaos in the morning getting ready that when it finally comes time to walk Charlie, I get excited. When we're walking, there is no rush from one activity to the next, we can just stroll casually down the sidewalk taking in the sights. I always try to make sure to give us at least 20 minutes for a walk. It is one more way to prepare me for the day. Time to get my head in the game and ready to go.
This morning, I desperately needed the walk. I woke up late, with a headache, with a runny nose. My headache was probably due to my allergies, so hopefully that would subside throughout the day. Being late I couldn't do much about except run, run, run. So run I did, from one end of the apartment to the other, grabbing clothes out of the dryer, clothes out of the drawer, brush from the bathroom, jacket from the closet. It was quite the mess. On top of that, Charlie wouldn't eat. He came over, sniffed, and went back to bed. Since he needed to get an insulin shot immediately after eating, it was either he eats now or waits until dinnertime when I get home. I feel horrible making him wait that long, especially when he doesn't understand why he can't eat. So there I was, 10 minutes behind schedule, on the kitchen floor begging Charlie to eat.
Suffice it to say, the walk felt GOOD. The walk felt refreshing and invigorating. Knowing I was finally ready and everything else was done, all I had to do now was walk. It felt good. I checked the time just to be sure, and then sat down on the bench inside the dog park. I let Charlie off his leash to run around for a few more minutes while I sat and relaxed. I couldn't see the sun very well this morning, but it was out, somewhere hidden behind the clouds. It rained last night so the air had a mist still hanging over it. Again, I wished I had more time to just sit and take it all in. Finally though, I called Charlie back, leashed him up, and started the walk toward home. I could only hope the rest of the day was this relaxing.
I loved this slice and related to it so much. My morning walks with my dog are the nice end of my morning routine. But, like you, I wish I had more time. I think our summer walks will be better :)
ReplyDeleteI miss walking the dog in the morning. I don't pick up dog duty until the summer months when I am home with the kids. It is too hard to take an infant and toddler out in the snow in the early morning hours, but, oh, I miss the peace that you describe. Great post! It was as if I was walking with you. I can't wait until the summer months return.
ReplyDeleteA relaxing walk sounds like a great way to start the day. Wish I had time before school to take in the world like you do. Glad to see it is a priority for you, even on those running behind kinda days.
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That calm you describe is what I feel as I step out to the car in the mornings. Maybe the neighbors wonder why I stand in the middle of the driveway, hands in my pockets, and just watch the world go by.
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