Restless… | #AtoZ #LetterR #nonfiction

…but ultimately satisfied.

Hi! I know you stopped by looking for an A-Z post of a short story, or perhaps the craft of writing. Perhaps you even looked so far as to see that my theme is “Catching Up.” Well, while I did spending a couple of days “catching up”, so at least on that point I’m on theme, there may actually be no fiction or writing talk.

I went for a walk today, and it was a good walk, but not a good walk. I’m not sure how to describe it, but “restless” seemed like a good word.

I’ll tell you about the walk. Yesterday (the Wednesday before this appears, actually) I went for a walk. My youngest bailed on going with me, so I went by myself. It was nice, because I was able to walk as far and fast as I wanted, so I walked through the local park on the walking path that runs along the river that borders my town. The entire trip is 5K from my house to the end of the path and back again. It’s a good walk!

And then after I got home yesterday and made dinner, my youngest asked if I wanted to go for a walk! And JY had been having a bad afternoon, so I wanted to talk with them, and so I went out. In my flip-flops. Which are very comfortable, and the bottoms of my feet didn’t hurt, but they scraped up the tops of my feet.


Today, I wanted to go for a walk because I’m doing a walking challenge where I get out every day for a walk for at least 30 minutes. And again, JY didn’t want to come with me, so I went on the same path as the day before, through the park. And I wasn’t quite a mile in when I thought to myself, “Self, perhaps you should just do a mile and head home.”

But I didn’t. I did the whole thing. And by the time I reached the end of the path and started heading back, I was R E G R E T T I N G with a capital Regret my decision to do the whole thing.

There was nobody to rescue me at home with a car. My feet didn’t hurt, but they hurt. My legs weren’t sore, but they were sore.

I did make it home, by the way.

But I’m…


My legs don’t hurt, my feet don’t hurt, I’m not particularly sore or anything.

It’s weird.

But I did the thing!

Tomorrow I will do the thing again, but not nearly so long of a thing, because dude.



1 Comment

  1. Good for you doing the thing! But yeah, I stopped walking at the track because I get restless, do 1-2 laps, and go home. If I go with someone who pushes me, I might do more, but not by myself. So instead, I would run out into the neighborhood so I couldn’t cut out early. It’s so hard.


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