Walking is my favorite form of exercise. I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it. From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home. It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.
What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful. I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds. After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby. The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry. He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything. The road was completely empty even though it was not that late. I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment. That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.
Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”. I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-24-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
Due to increased workload and unplanned changes in my schedule, suddenly I find myself with less time to indulge in my passion. I am at serious peril of defaulting in my commitment to keep up with my weekly Wednesday schedule of writing a poem starting with the word “W”. When one is tired and the body just wants to be in a horizontal position, it is difficult to focus and write anything meaningful. I know the drill. First it will slip by a day, then a couple of days. Days will turn to weeks and soon the flow will dry up. I will have to drag myself to do the unthinkable. That is to think and write something beforehand and schedule it to be posted on Wednesday. Ugh! soon I will be one of those heinous weekend warriors. God have mercy on me. Till I can rearrange my life around my new schedule, I do not see any other way of continuing with my commitment.
I am kind of a weekend warrior as far as exercise is concerned. However exercise was never one of my passion. Only because it is difficult to see my toes when I stand up, due the ever increasing waistline, grudgingly I do some exercise to keep myself mobile. I enjoy hiking and every Sunday morning, with a few friends, I hike the hills around our area. We average around six miles every weekend. Good company, nice sceneries and friendly discussions are obviously added incentives. Look forward to the weekend hiking. That may not qualify me to be a weekend warrior but it may be close enough. Slowly I will graduate to be a weekend blogging warrior or a weekend blogarrior.
That being settled, I am now left to find a word that starts with the word “W” to write a poem for week fourteen of my journey with “W”. My tired brain refuses to think too much. I will go with the title of this post, both words that start with “W”. If only I had some more energy left to write a poem either with “weekend” or with “warrior”. Somewhere in the world, it must be Wednesday, but where I live it is still 11:00PM, so I have twenty five more hours to complete my mission. Till then I can sleep over it.
This post is in response to WRITE ANYTHING WEDNESDAY (A LITTLE LATE) – MAY 4TH, 2016, Daily Post Community Event, organized by Writerish Ramblings