I went for a walk once. It was awesome. As I trudged down the street, every footfall brought a thrill.
Oh look! Stairs! These are great stairs! How have I never noticed the sheer awesomeness of these stairs?? And what’s that? Concrete? Wow. This whole “walking” thing is something else. I should do it more often.
I was so excited about my walk, that I called DH at work. He didn’t seem all that impressed by my tales of concrete stairs, or the exhilaration of crossing Richmond Road at Carling. In fact, he seemed concerned. I daresay he was a tad short with me.
He has since been forgiven. After all, he had left me not long before, passed out on the couch and pumped so full of pharmaceuticals that I didn’t mind the gaps in my jaw that had once held wisdom teeth.
My memory of that day is, well, kinda blurry. I remember being in a small room, feeling woozy and listening to a nurse talk to DH as though I wasn’t there. I remember waking up and trying to strike up a conversation with a nice man in a blue mask and – strangely – a pair of pliers. He seemed to be struggling with something. He didn’t seem that interested in talking to me.
I think they may have given me a little shot of something extra at that point.
Yes, much of that day is lost to the mists of time and chemistry, but I do remember the walk. And I assure you that I have never had such a walk, before or since.
But today? Today came close. Actually, every time I get my butt outside and some tunes in my ears, it feels pretty damn good. Inertia is a funny thing – I’ll sit at my desk and bemoan the lack of time and energy to get out, when really I just need to DO IT. Because the law of inertia also states that a body in motion tends to stay in motion. I need to remember that when I get going, I don’t ever want to stop.
Are you ruled by the law of inertia? What do you do to get going?