May 1, 2013 | Posted in:Uncategorized
When I was growing up, my mom always used to get mad at me for not walking fast enough. I don’t think I have ever been in a hurry to get anywhere. Besides, you tend to see more and enjoy your surroundings just a bit more while sauntering than you do marching briskly.
I didn’t much enjoy walking back then.
I started walking to and from campus every day last year. At first it took effort, soon effort gave way to routine, and now I don’t even notice anymore. Without thinking, I throw on my shoes and head out the door. I do a lot of thinking while I walk and it gives me a nice break in my day. It’s less about the exercise and more of an excuse to take my mind off of work and get outside in the fresh air.
Walking is an activity, like so many things, that we tend to take for granted. It is something that I do for at least an hour every single day.
When I broke my back, I never lost feeling in my legs. But I remember lying there in the snow – checking to make sure that they still worked. Then again when I was put on the backboard, fleeting thoughts or paralysis raced through my head.
I was discharged from the hospital the same day, walking on my own accord. No brace, nothing. I never really gave the thought of paralysis a second thought.
Today, I was walking home and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I came damn close to never being able to walk again. I mean, yes, they were relatively minor fractures. But the location of the breaks and the nature of the breaks put me very much in the category of lucky and thankful.
I could easily bus (I even have a free bus pass), bike, or even drive. So when people ask me why I walk, I simply answer, “Because I can.”