This weekend was a bust for walking. Saturday I took a short but aerobic walk up Wyandotte Street to Frederick and then down to Broadway and back up. After a day of solid work it felt good. But it happened at 6PM. I was determined to go earlier yesterday and to do a long route.
I didn't.
I got up and decided to do the laundry and watch a news magazine and then head out. But I started working instead. Then Sharon came and she looked bored so I gave her the plastic ware to match up. It's been on my to-do list all winter. Except I had to get it out and put it away. then back to work.
While I was on the porch I noticed the snow shovel was still there, so the plan was to take things out to the garage, then head out for a walk. And hour later Sharon and I were still cleaning up the yard from winter. And I had a 5:00 deadline looming.
Basically, I put it off and off and never went. (But on the upside, every paid and unpaid jop on my list got done!)
Two things are clear. If walking alone. need to walk the minute this fat butt leaves the bed. Or it doesn't get done.
Second. I need to make concrete plans for each weekend day. I stopped pre-planning and sending out emails because people rarely came. (Of the core group, Bonnie's family is out—she's having her hip replaced in 2 weeks. Lydia's out because she no longer drives except to go to work. And Angel often works weekends.) But when I have concrete plans I don't do the laundry, or watch news magazines, or go grocery shopping or work. Because I've made a commitment. So I will start doing that again. I want to do some drive-to Volkssport events. Maybe one of the Shorewalker's events. And maybe go wild and crazy and do the Nordic walking clinic.
I'm going to make those plans this week and then post them here. That way, it's a solid commitment.
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