This song reminds me of a girl crush.
This post is about walking though. I haven’t driven since 2010 or so. Taking care of Bonnie & Clyde meant owning a car had to wait. I use rentals and share cars when the budget allows but mostly I take SEPTA or I walk.
It was easy at the old house. There were stores all within 5 blocks of me selling everything from vodka, to steak, to those famous Philly Cheesesteaks, to toilet paper. I never had to go far to get what I needed to hold us over until a big box run.
At LaLa’s things are waaay different. There aren’t stores here. Sure there is a bodega on the corner but it’s not like the bodega from my old hood. To get stuff…..I have to walk and take the bus.
Ive put on a good 30 pounds since the incident. Well since coming home from Belmont. I feel all 30 of those pounds too. My knees creak, my ankles swell, and with the increase in dosage of the seroquel, I am at risk of putting in more weight. I’ve walked every day almost since I got out of the hospital. Some short some longer but I’ve walked.
When I walk I feel those pounds in my lower back and knees but I walk anyway. It’s low impact cardio, which will help keep 30 from turning into 50. It is also part of my resolution to try something different. I suck at trying to kill myself, so I choose to see how good I can be at living.
I had to let my gym membership go, but I can walk.
Walking will do until I am able to jog.
Running? Yeah, that is reserved for when someone is chasing me. Today……I walk.