Walk

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I enjoy walking. But I am not a slow walker. I never have been. My legs are really really long. I walk quickly. I don't like to dawdle, and look around me. I walk with a purpose, and I get really irritated with those in front of me that cannot seem to get out of my way. (But today I was walking really slowly pushing a cart in Target. It's hard to move quickly when you have two kids that are fighting over the $1 popcorn and drink, not to mention screaming at me to look here or there at some toy that they want Santa to bring. I actually had people having to go around me. That was something new for me.)

While I lived in Germany, I would walk with some friends about three nights a week. We would walk the little over 3 miles it took to walk around post. I lived for those nights. Not only was it exercise for me, but I got to be with other women, and I usually didn't take my kids with me. We talked about our frustrations, our kids, husbands, church, family....you name it. Sometimes one of my friends, Holly, would call me up and say "can you meet me downstairs in five minutes?" Usually that meant that she was going to physically hurt either her children or her husband, or was frustrated with her mom 5,000 miles away, and just needed to get out of the house. I loved those walks. Right now, I walk with no one. And I usually only get to walk maybe once a week. After those walks I would feel better emotionally, physically, and mentally. I hope at Fort Bragg I can find people to walk with me again. Maybe I would be tired enough and have gotten all my issues out so that I would have gone to bed instead of blogging at 2:30 in the morning...