Pushing Myself

This week has definitely been a struggle to keep up my morning walking routine.

Crawling out of bed and heading out 

in the dark is never easy, 

but the warm sticky weather all week has made it very tempting 

just skip the walk altogether 

and enjoy an hour extra sleep.

But I did  manage to push myself every day and hit the pavement, 

albeit a little slower heading out,

managing only 3k - 4k instead of my usual 5k

... but at least I moved which is better than nothing.

~Just Move!~

This morning, by the time I headed out the door wearing
just crop pants and a tank top 

under my reflective vest, 

it had already started to rain, the wind had picked up 

and it was actually quite cold for a change.

Being already late getting started I went back in the house
and hung my hat, ready to give my walk a pass due to the rain,
but I must be conditioned to walk...

In spite of the time,

I geared up in my rain clothes 

and headed out...

And I'm glad I did.

  Although I only had time to get in a 3k walk,

it was the best walk I've had all week. 

The air was fresh and wonderfully cool and the rain was

...well it was wet...

but 

quite

refreshing.

Happy walking,
Marisa

Solitary Walker

"The man who goes alone can start today;

but he who travels with another 

must wait till 

that other is ready".
Henry David Thoreau  

Given the choice between sleeping in or getting up for an early morning walk, 

the hubby will always choose sleeping in,

which makes me... someone who likes to just "get up and go"
...a "solitary walker."

We spent part of the Labor Day weekend in Bridgewater on the south shore,

and while hubby snoozed, 

I walked the Centennial Trail along

the

LaHave River.

On the way home we stopped at our daughter's to

pick blueberries before they are over for the season. 

With eighteen high bush shrubs, 

she has plenty to fill her freezer and to share

with us, her in-laws 

and some neighbors.

"Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!"
Robert Frost

Happy walking,
Marisa