I didn’t walk exactly on Wednesday, but earlier this month, maybe a week ago or so, I returned to my hometown. I almost never walk on the side of the street when I'm in the city. If I do, that means I force myself because it often makes me feel uncomfortable. However, I love going to a running track. In my hometown, there are several free running tracks. They’re not too close to my house, but since I commute by motorbike, it usually takes about 15 minutes to get there.
I went to the closest running track with my friend. Back in May, we managed to make it a habit. We used to go there together several times a week, and sometimes we’d go saparately too. But since I was out of town for the month of June, somehow she lost the habit too😁 she said the reason was because she lost one of her shoes, which was pretty silly but understandable.
So, when I got home and she had a new pair of shoes, we tried to get back on track. Unlike her, who combines walking and running, I almost always just walked. I don’t really love running and find that walking may suit me the best to make my morning feels a bit slower. Many of the people people who came were also like me, choosing to walk at their own pace. Getting back on track like this, somehow made walking feel easier. I’ve written about the fear of being perceived, but when we come to a running track like this, everyone does the same thing.
We just put one foot in front of the other and enjoy ourselves. Everyone minds their own business–making small talks with their friends or others, enjoying the music they were listening to, or even doing a workout on the sidelines. This time I had more energy to walk a little longer than usual. I probably managed 10 laps, which for some people is not much, but for me, it was a good day. Because that also meant I was exposed to some sunlight, so I got my vitamin D fix for the day😁
Thanks for reading as always :) Have a nice walk, hivers!