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.

 

 

Aphrodite Brown