Walk Commute

I’m lucky that I can walk to work. It saves on money of course, plus I get 225 minutes of exercise built into my week without having to lift myself off the couch at the end of the day when all I want to do is watch the Good Wife on Netflix with a glass of wine. My life is one big parteeeeee.

I listen to the radio as I walk, but I’m a daydreamer and often zone out and realize I haven’t heard a word of the story I’ve been listening to.

If I don’t want serious, I listen to music but I only do this on the way home for some reason.

One day I worked on the opening line to a short story in my head while I walked. Opening lines are very important. So this:

Leslie thumbed through the large and colourful book in the bookstore. Practical Guide to Home Landscaping.

Became this:

The yellow rose bush on the bookcover caught Leslie’s eye – Practical Guide to Home Landscaping.

I think it still needs work.

I pass two grocery stores during my walk, and when I don’t have a lunch packed I try to pick up a salad or veggies so that I don’t have to eat cafeteria food. It is the new year after all.

Occasionally I slip on ice.

Some days I run into a neighbour and stop for a chat, though lately it has been much too cold for this. And unless they have their dog with them I don’t recognize them anyway since everyone is all covered with hats and scarves.

I always people watch.

I wonder if I’m losing weight or toning my butt muscles while I walk.

On super cold days sometimes neighbours offer me rides, but I try to only accept when it’s very cold or snowy or rainy or windy out. Or if I’m tired and hungry. It’s a slippery slope.

I try to think up ideas for blog posts. Usually I forget any ideas by the time I get to my destination.

I sometimes even think about work.

I worry about what my hat or precipitation or humidity are doing to my hair.

I see some weird things:

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Gazillions of ants

Two dead mice on the sidewalk (no photo – you’re welcome)

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A lit Christmas tree in a construction zone

And a bird dive-bombing my head, though technically I never saw the bird attacker.

I watch for cars at intersections. It would be good if some of you could be a little less rage-y.

On my way home I think about food. The salad or veggies have long disappeared from my belly and it’s time to make dinner without eating all the things as soon as I walk through the door.

The best part is that I have had time to decompress after work and before I get home to start the second half of my day. It’s a hamster wheel, for sure.

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About Finola

I am an Ottawa area Mom, writer-want-to-be and coffee legend in the making.
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7 Responses to Walk Commute

  1. zoom says:

    I really enjoyed this post, Finola – it made me feel like blogging again. (And walking to work again too.)

  2. Eileen says:

    You zone out and don’t hear a word of the story you’ve been listening to. I can relate to that! So often I hear the beginning and end of something I’ve been looking forward to hearing, and then have to go on line to get the story.

  3. allison says:

    I love this. It makes me want to walk to work. But first I’d have to get a job. I should walk to school when I volunteer. I suck. I hate this! Just kidding. When I’m driving, I always make eye contact with the people walking and smile at them and when they smile back I am filled with love for the walkers. Except the slow-ass teenagers who you KNOW are totally walking slow on purpose so you’ll miss your green light for the left turn.

  4. allison says:

    Oh, and the second first line is much better than the first first line.

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