When I was young I was a sprinter, anchor woman in the 440, and I could in fact sprint, quickly, if I had to, until I hit my mid thirties or so, and put on weight, and developed boobs. Boobs make sprinting difficult, unless they’re really strapped down, or so I assume, haven’t tried it, my knees are kind of shot, too, I’ve hung on to them, not my knees, but my boobs, a time or two to run, but people look at me funny when I do that, and I have bought a strap down athletic supporter once or twice, but they were so over the top horrifically uncomfortable I said f*ck that, immediately gave the thing to Goodwill, and decided that walking at a good clip was more than adequate if I was in a hurry.
Thing is, I like meandering a whole lot better. I mean, I don’t mind going at a good clip for a while, and often do, but really, footing is way important, and the scenery is nice, and I’m not much interested in getting out of breath, and I would, for sure, but every time I get out in the world and start walking I think, man, I could do this, like, forever.
Of course I don’t, ever, not forever.
At the beach, it’s always the have to pee thing, eventually, and I suppose I could wade out, but since I walk at low tide, high tide in soft sand sucks, so low tide it is, that would take forever and be a real pain in the butt, and obvious, and I’d be wet. There’s also the sand on the bottom of the feet thing, they don’t take that sanding as well as they once did, and if I do Tevas, there’s sand in the tevas, so I never walk forever on the beach, even if I often do think as I’m walking, man, I dig this, I could walk to Daytona. Or Jupiter.
Of course I don’t. My feet are blistered or I have to pee. Footing isn’t so much an issue there.
But when I get in the woods, there’s always whether or not there’s much grade, and if there is, I always want to go up first, down first and then have to do the up five or more miles into the walk, that can be tough, depending on grade, but like walking along a river or stream I pretty much always have to be careful not to go too far in one direction, if there’s no loop, because well, I feel like I could walk forever.
Downcast eyes, watch the trail, don’t trip or slip on that rock.
Today there was lots of up, and some darned near climbing up, but really, it was all Teva friendly, I’m doing Teva trails, even if I did think real shoes might have been better on that real steep bit, it was kind of off trail, but that’s the thing about meandering, it’s easy to walk with care, pay attention, and my feet are really quite good ones, prehensile toes and all that, and the trees helped out, and the up came first, and it was easy enough, even if pretty steep.
Still, some of the rocks were slick, lots of creek crossing today, but the Tevas work out better for that than the sneakers, for sure, and the hikers I kind of save for real hikes, what with the double socks and all. Tevas work really, really well, I wish they still made them like they used to.
And today’s trail had lots of little offshoots, not really the trail but well travelled paths, and places to pee and sit for a smoke, take a little drink of water and rest. It’s so easy to watch others go by, unnoticed, quiet up there off the trail. Sometimes the dogs notice, sometimes, not, the dogs are really kind of a pain in the ass, but I suppose people like to walk with them.
Noisy beasts, lots of them anyway. Lots of big blonde dogs here, and really, I tend to like the big blondes, they’re chill, maybe romp in the water a little but chill, but others, the rude and barking beasts, well, I wish they’d stay home.
Same with the kids, some of them. Gotta shout, like, always, make a lot of noise. How much noise can I make?
I prefer quiet when I walk. Solitude. Well, not really solitude. There’s so much there.