Walk Of Life

Let's see. I'm sitting here at the edge of a pool, letting my legs get wet. Not a smart idea to write a log underwater, I suppose. So I'll sit on the sideline. Seems appropriate, in a way.

Today marks the start of the second half of the last year of the decade of the "teens". I think some people count the last year of the decade as the one ending in zero, like 2020. But I'm not buying that 20 is part of the teens. 2010 I can see as being a teen. Anyway, I digress. This post might ramble a bit.

In fact it has rambled right into the next day, where I'm resuming...something.

Before being at the pool, I had gotten back to my walking in the early morning, before the humidity got unbearable and I got burned to a crisp. Georgia heat'll do that to a pale face like me. I walked just after 7 AM until about 8:30 or so. I hadn't walked in a week, because for whatever reason, I was very sore and feeling a bit rundown. I missed my walking goal for June, and wanted to get going again in July to make up for it.

Regarding the soreness...a couple weeks ago, I had driven for like 18 hours one day to make some extra money, and the week following that I couldn't quite get back on track, but I did walk. Then, the next weekend, I had moved a lot of furniture. I have never been a very physically strong person, but that really did me in. It shouldn't have, but it did.

I wound up going to the doctor to see what was up, and while by the time I had my appointment, I was feeling better, the PA did mention that maybe the hormones were dehydrating me, and that I should drink more water. I guess that's the message here. Hormones might dehydrate you, should you begin taking them. Then again, maybe they made me weaker, and the aforementioned humidity did it's regular job on a fairly weak person to begin with.

Back to the walking. I have a couple pairs of ladies tight capri pants used to exercise. One pair is black and white, the other black and grey (I'm still staying incognito with the colors, sadly). Anyway, I wore a pair, because I just wanted to. I knew there would be people walking in the park, but I guess I didn't care if they saw me and thought it was weird.

I did my regular two laps around the place, and passed quite a few people multiple times. Most were friendly and said hello, as they normally do. Though I'm shy and don't say much, I always try to make eye contact and not be rude. Most people are friendly enough to acknowledge your existence in a park. And they did. There were a few that didn't, including a couple middle-aged ladies that kinda had a negative look on their faces.

I wondered if they were offended by my pants, but I didn't care too much. They say cis women judge trans people the most. Anyway, no matter. I did what I wanted, and don't think I destroyed any worlds while doing it.

Otherwise, a couple thing about wearing these pants. I need to study other women about this, because I had a few things I noticed that wouldn't have been an issue in guy shorts. First, I drove to the park, and therefore needed my license. This meant I had no pockets for it. Or my keys. I locked the wallet in the car, and just carried the keys. It was kinda beneficial in a way, having my keys in my hand, because the third thing was what to do with my phone while walking.

I normally am looking at my phone the whole time. My upper back had been sore, so I thought, maybe I should enjoy the walk more and not be looking at the phone. Less hunching over. So I put on a podcast (WTF with Marc Maron, guest Steven Dorff) and just walked. But I had nowhere for my phone. I ended up sticking it in the waist band of my pants, which worked just fine. The walk was very pleasant, I enjoyed the chat the two men had on the podcast, I smiled and said hello to other park people that I passed, and it was nice.

I'm not exactly sure why I'm writing this, it's probably very boring to read. But, I enjoy it. It's kinda me at this moment. Enjoying the little things maybe a tiny bit more. Getting outside. Exercising. Having positive thoughts. Expressing myself as I see fit. You might say, walking through life. Yup, I said it. Groan. She HAD to go there.

As I leave you, I wonder, did you read this post and have the old Dire Straits song in your head like I have? If not, let's link to it here. I still think it's a good song. Don't @ me. LOL.