Walking Man

Originally Posted Saturday, March 23, 2013

I sleep now without wanting to get up.  I went to bed early on a Friday night after watching Florida Gulf Coast beat Georgetown.  I had taken a short nap earlier.  I didn't get up until eight-thirty this morning.  I can feel the need for a restorative nap already.  I am becoming a cat or an old dog, perhaps.  It is new to me.  Maybe it is a bad sign.  I might suggest depression, but I am not depressed.  At least I don't recognize it if I am.  But I do little other than work.  I am content on my sofa after the gym and dinner.  Last night my phone was blowing up with texts as I watched the game.  I am not without friends, it seems, but they want to know why I want to be alone.  I can't tell them that any more than I can tell why I have been attracted to contrarian behavior my whole life.  I don't know. 

I think that the long walks I have been taking have restored something.  I am always too broken up to run very far any more, so I've taken to walks every day.  Everything seems better--sleep, digestion, mental health.  Walking.  I've always been a fan.  For a long time, I just wanted to walk every inch of the earth, just to be there.  Walking is the right speed for thinking.  It is the speed of thinking.  It is the speed of remembering. 

And I like to walk alone.  And absolutely without earbuds.  I have never understood walking or running with music.  I want to let my mind go free. 

I think that yoga needs to come back into the mix as well.  Oh my how I will sleep and digest then.  They will all know me, The Walking Yoga Man.  I'll be something.  Better than Sting. 

It is a gray, damp weekend here, a weekend without expectations.  I can do that.