Walking in the Park

I walk two miles every morning. I walk down my street and go a park in my neighborhood. It has an asphalt path that meanders through it. The path is a mile long. I walk around it twice. Then I walk home. It’s early in the morning when I walk. It’s usually just before dawn on the days that I start work around eight o’clock in the morning. I leave for my walk at about quarter to six in the morning. It takes me almost an hour to walk to the park and around the path twice. This morning, as I walked, I could see the early dawn breaking. The sky was black overhead; the eastern sky was a band of red, with orange bands across the eastern sky. It was a beautiful site. The sun was just below the horizon, which accounted for the beautiful bands of red and orange. As the sun rose over the horizon, I made my way home. I will walk again tomorrow at around the same time. I hope to see that orange and red band of sky behind the trees again.

Overhead there were stars in the sky and the moon is often bright in the black sky. The sky lightened as my walk progressed. It was a mild morning and the walk invigorated me. I enjoy my mornings in the park. I often have it to myself and that can be quite enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t begrudge it when others come into the park. It’s just that i enjoy the time to myself.

The mornings are my time. I walk a little later when my workday starts later. I wait until the sun is up to walk then. I am still in my own little world when I walk at that time, but the time just before dawn is special. I see the animals that you don’t often see, rabbits and, yes, skunks. I don’t mess with either animal, with an emphasis on not messing with the skunk. I make sure that they know that I’m not after them.

It’s not always the same thing every day. Today, for example, the bands of color in the easter weren’t that distinct this morning. I guess it’s all down to the clouds on the horizon when the bands of color appear. On the other hand, I was up and out a little bit early. I fed the cat and cleaned out her litter box. Then I went for the walk. it was dark with stars overhead for a good portion of the walk. it had rained overnight and that lent something to the air, the smell of damp earth and worms. Maybe it’s just damp earth, but I also smelled something that I associate with worms. It wasn’t unpleasant, just that wormy smell you get around the night crawler kind of fishing bait. That’s what I associate with that particular scent. I saw no small animals, they have better eyesight in that low light than I have. they were able to avoid me.

My morning walks are not just increasing my physical fitness; they also increase my mental fitness. I can think while I walk. I walk and think about things, sometimes fiction and sometime I plan scenarios. The mind can wander on my walks and that is good. So, I am walking my way to physical and mental fitness. Walking may not do it for you; we all find our own way to our fitness. If we can do it while looking at something beautiful, it’s a bonus.

About pebblepup

I am not one who is comfortable talking about myself but here goes. I enjoy writing, family history, and reading. I decided to do this blog because I wanted to try something new. I decided to make it a weekly blog because I wasn't sure that I could keep up with a daily one, and monthly seemed like I was writing a magazine. I think I did ok with my choices. You'll notice that there are not a lot of graphics on my site. That's because there are graphics plastered everywhere on the Internet and those sites sometimes take forever to load. This blog is a place where you can kick back, relax and be ready to be amused. At least I hope I willbamuse you. This blog is on a variety of subjects from my ficitional cat agency, the FFL, which is monthly, to instructional blogs to editorials, which are my opinions only. I admit that I don't know everything and could be wrong -- I frequently am. Now, stop reading about me and read what I have to say!