Private Thoughts Made Public

Following my comments at the start of the year, I thought it was about time I put one of them, at least, into action. Last Thursday I bought a Country Walking magazine, and was once again blown away by the breathtaking views this country has to offer. Right, I thought, this weekend I’m going for a walk. I’d spent the last two Sundays in deep prayer to the almighty god of laziness, just hanging around the house in my dressing gown, occasionally getting up to wash a plate or eat a bit of cheese or something. Not today. Today I was going for a walk, come hell or high water.
Fortunately the weather was on my side, and when I woke up at the crack of 10:30 (I’m a very religious person when it comes to worshipping the god of laziness) I noticed my curtains glowing brightly, as though someone had actually turned the light on outside. This is it. No excuses now. I going for a walk, and it was a walk with a purpose. I was going to head into town, to Halfords, and buy myself a foot-pump for the bike. I want to be fully prepared for when the god of strenuous exercise wakes up from his winter slumber and kicks the god of laziness into touch.
Although the weather was on my side, my body wasn’t. My legs were screaming agony after half a mile, and I was beginning to doubt whether I’d make it into town. I pressed on, however, knowing full well that every step took me further away from my front door (and with it the sofa and kettle). I slowed down and carried on putting one foot in front of the other. My legs gave up screaming and settled into a dull whinging moan instead, which I eventually gave in to and turned round for home.
I didn’t make it into town, didn’t get as far as Halfords. But according to my GPS unit, I did walk two and a half miles, which after three months of walking no further than one end of the office to the other, isn’t a bad start. I’m going to see if I can walk one and a half to two miles every day next week when I get home from work, and by next weekend my legs should have remembered what they are there for.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put the kettle on, collapse in a heap, and later on I’m going to drive to Halfords.