When the exercise fairy sprinkled dust on all of those with a passion for fitness and exercise, I was out of the room. While powerwalking is not my style, I do like to walk. When I lived in San Francisco, walking was a means of transportation. I didn't have a car. I rode busses, cable cars, or walked. I remember thinking on one particular rainy day, walking would never again be a way to get from one place to the next but a leisure-time activity. Walking became my favorite forms of exercise when I became pregnant with my first child. My late husband and I would walk in the early evening and talk about the events of the day. It was a time to put away everything and just walk and talk. As soon as our two children were old enough to be left alone, we could walk in the early morning hours before we went to work. The truth is he jogged and I strolled. He would stop every once in awhile so I could catch up. We would exchange a few words, then he would be off again. I was left to enjoy at my leisure the sounds, scents, colors, and textures of the early morning. Over the past few years, walking was left out of my daily routine. The early morning hours were spent getting ready to facilitate the learning of my Beginning Literacy ESL students. Recently, a friend and I have been meeting early in the morning at a park dedicated to the disabled. My return to walking for exercise and enjoyment is now one of the ways I'm looking at the world. I'm looking at the textures, colors, scents, and sounds of an early morning walk.
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