Walking pulls me through the toughest times of my life.

It not only puts air in my lungs but also in my head, where my mind sometimes runs away from me.  During Leroy’s cancer crisis I walked and walked and walked some more.  Some days, I would walk two or three times just to find the calm I needed to deal with the day and his condition.  Many times he’d say to me, “GO…take a short walk, you’ll feel better and so will I.”  What he meant was, he’d feel better because I’d come back energized and level-headed and the mood of the day would even-out. 

I think I was able to give him better care because of my walking. 

Exercise has always been a part of my life and when cancer came into our world, it  was my daily dose of endorphins that helped keep my emotions in check.  When you’re a care-giver, 24/7, emotions can be shaken but not stirred! Walking did the trick.

So today, when I was out for my daily jaunt, I “felt” a car come up behind me.  I stopped and turned to find a neighbor in his car following me.  This was an unusual situation, so I turned to face him.  “I just want you to know how impressed I am that you still walk every day.”  “You’ve really handled your situation well…and you’re still walking, I mean.” 

Truthfully, I didn’t quite know how to respond.  So I just said “Thank you” and turned and went on my way.  I was sure he was talking about losing Leroy and how my walking has helped get me through the pain of that loss.  This neighbor had never mentioned this before, so I assume it was his way, after four years, of expressing his condolences.  Odd, but appreciated.

So..today’s walk was all about that encounter….I thought about it the entire three miles…while I was “walking the walk.”

 

 

 

 

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