I got some good comments on my blog yesterday. But I felt I needed to clarify, I wasnt trying to be self depracating. I was just being honest, I dont go to the track to impress anyone, in fact, I might come across as a little bit of a rude walker.
I choose to not have a walking partner, as I prefer that time to just listen to my music and my own thoughts.
I have had friends walk with me in the past, but they all learned pretty quick that I wasnt there to socialize, so over time they just left me to my alone time.
I was using humor to be brutally honest.
It is true.
I dont always shave my legs, and never check to see if my outfit matches.
Most often, I roll right out of bed, brush my teeth, wash my face and somehow manage to dress myself and drive to the track.
One comment was about buying some new walking clothes.
I feel as long as my shoes are good, nothing else matters. I actually did order some new walking shorts, ummm, the exact duplicate of the two pair I currently have.
For when they are too worn to wear and it isnt gonna be long before I have to bust out the new ones.
I bet they will make that swishswish sound when I walk, until I get the fabric wore in good.
Now, coffee stains, bleach spots, cheap headbands aside, there is one thing I never skimp on.
To me, good shoes are also cute shoes. I cant stand a big white chunky walking shoe.
I like pink and purple and mixed up colors. Maybe even a shiny bright yellow for those mornings I walk while its still a little dark out.
I am actually researching shoes right now for its coming up on time for a new pair.
It has been a year since I purchased my last pair and that is about six months too long.
I have narrowed it down to asics gel or Brooks.
This morning I cut my walk to 45 minutes, because I had somewhere I had to be at 830 but I got a good walk and enjoyed getting up and getting there early.
Only one other lady there today.
I hope everyone finds some humor in their day. The world is way too messed up in hate and sadness as it is.
I can laugh at the fact that I might have a hole in my sock, or my hair might be a little unkempt.
I cant laugh at sitting on the couch popping blood pressure and pain pills and not at least trying to make an effort to get some relief from health problems by other means.
I strive to do a little better.
I guess my real life friends who have known me my whole life just already know to expect the unexpected from me. I will sneak up on all of you with a feather and tickle your funny bone if I get a chance.
Have a lovely day.