For many weeks now, I have been telling myself that I will get up at 5:00am and go out for a walk. Every morning something got in the way. Believe me, I was up at that time, but maybe so was Charlotte. She always wants to come on the walk. Now sometimes I walk with her in the afternoons, but it is a test in patience. She Queens the stroller, asking for more juice, more popcorn, a blanket on, a blanket off, the seat reclined, the seat up and on and on. I stop over and over to take care of her. Then there are the endless questions, like, 'Why are we on this side? Why did you say hi to that girl? Can I pat the squirrel? Can we go back? In the end, my heart rate never goes up. I am pushing a stroller, and going for a stroll.
20 years ago I was living in the same neighborhood that we are now. I had quit smoking and gained weight. Early in the mornings, I would get on my new bike, and back into shape. It seems so curious to me that I now find myself in the same situation, in the same neighborhood. I still have that bike, many tune-ups and a baby seat later. I think about the places I would ride to around Natick way back when. I can't believe I will probably being doing a very similar route soon.
This morning Charlotte woke at 4:00am with a bloody nose. By 4:22 she was cleaned up and back asleep. I sat in the "Story Chair" in her room and looked at her sleeping, and at the clock, and back at her angelic face. Well, I thought, I am up and she is asleep. Time to start. I snuck downstairs to put my little dogs out. They weren't even waiting for me. Greta looked surprised and Chico was still all warm in the dog bed. They didn't even bark outside.
So this morning I set out on my first walk of this new routine. I have missed being outside so early. My father has always said that the morning is the best part of the day. I agree.
20 years ago I was living in the same neighborhood that we are now. I had quit smoking and gained weight. Early in the mornings, I would get on my new bike, and back into shape. It seems so curious to me that I now find myself in the same situation, in the same neighborhood. I still have that bike, many tune-ups and a baby seat later. I think about the places I would ride to around Natick way back when. I can't believe I will probably being doing a very similar route soon.
This morning Charlotte woke at 4:00am with a bloody nose. By 4:22 she was cleaned up and back asleep. I sat in the "Story Chair" in her room and looked at her sleeping, and at the clock, and back at her angelic face. Well, I thought, I am up and she is asleep. Time to start. I snuck downstairs to put my little dogs out. They weren't even waiting for me. Greta looked surprised and Chico was still all warm in the dog bed. They didn't even bark outside.
So this morning I set out on my first walk of this new routine. I have missed being outside so early. My father has always said that the morning is the best part of the day. I agree.
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