I really enjoy my morning walks, honestly I do. What I don’t enjoy so much is getting up. This morning was a good example of this. Bed was really, seriously comfortable. I woke up at around 0500 with a cat trying to sit on my chest, I turfed him off by turning over, and promptly going back to sleep.
I normally get up at 0535, I woke again at 0550. I got up and looked at the weather, it had been raining, but I couldn’t tell if it was still, so I usually take a trip to the conservatory to find out if I can hear the rain falling on the roof. I couldn’t. I was running out of excuses to not go for a walk. I decided to bite the bullet, after all I have a perfectly good raincoat.
I follow pretty much the same route on my morning walks Monday to Friday. It’s about three miles and it takes me past places that I like to visit. That it is the same route is really irrelevant. I get to visit the water front and the cockle ponds.
The picture at the head is a light on the path toward the back of Trinity Church. The cloud under the light is the rain. It looks heavier than it was. The wind was getting up as well. To me, this is not bad weather, it’s weather with character. I enjoy walking in this kind of climate.
I have to say, that there was a couple of minutes of I am / I’m not going for a walk. But, once I had made the decision that I was going, there was no feeling of reluctance. It’s a bit what I call robot mode, I have a Sequence of events to get ready to leave the house that I tend to go through rather automatically, but once I get outside I look up to see what is happening, and that is the start of the walk. As usual, I enjoyed it.