This morning was a bit of moment. For the first time in several months, I managed to get up and go for a walk. Now, I did have a bit of an argument with myself. But I had reached a point where I knew that the situation couldn’t carry on like it had. Now I have enjoyed staying in bed these last weeks, but I have not been getting enough exercise, I have missed the #Breakfastclub, and have been missing my morning photos and facebooks posts (as have some other people by all accounts).
To be honest, not a lot has changed in the three months since I last went for a morning walk. The flower bed near the railway station has been cleared of all flowers. I put some empty printer carriages in the post box near St Georges barracks, I walked down Clarence Road without really noticing it. There were perhaps a couple more people on the high street than I remember. It was really nice to see the Mon St Michell come in.
Even the Cockle ponds, the last time I tried to walk around them during the day where the water had splashed up on to the path and had frozen, the path around the ponds was an ice rink. I decided that it would be better to not walk there.
Now, I’m not promising to walk every morning, but the fear & loathing of getting up has gone. I will go again, probably tomorrow, but perhaps not every day.