I Forgot How Great It Is To Walk
When I lived in Philadelphia I walked all the time. When I go to New York I walk everywhere but having grown up on the west coast where everything is driving, not walking distance and now living back on the west coast I completely forgot. I forgot how great it is to walk – Don’t Get Me Started!
I would venture to say that one of the reasons we’re all so fat as a nation is because once we all moved out of the cities and moved into sprawling suburbia, things got more and more spread out until finally we all decided that we couldn’t go around the corner to get to a Starbucks unless we drove there. I admit it, I’ve become one of those people and my mid-section can prove it.
So this past Sunday I had to take my car into the shop for a tire rotation and balance. The tire place is about a mile and a half from my house. I decided that instead of staying and waiting for the car (it was going to be two hours) I would walk home and wait for it to be finished there. And as I started my walk home I discovered just how much I’ve missed the whole walking experience. I think that we who are in our cars tend to look at “walkers” out here as some sort of lower class citizen. I’m ashamed to admit it but I’m a car snob. Now there are times when I believe that my snobbery is warranted. I saw a young woman at a bus stop here at around 1:30am with her child in a stroller. What the hell was she doing out at this hour with her small child? My spouse chastised me and told me that perhaps this girl was living a life not unlike Precious from the movie (based on the book Push by Sapphire – boy did she sign a good deal that they have to always mention the book and her name when they talk about that movie). And although this girl may very well be living a life where she had no choice but to be out that late with her small child, I have to say that on the whole people here in Vegas are the worst parents in the world. Go to any 11pm showing of a movie and you’re bound to see at least two families with small kids in tow. I don’t get it. Sorry, I just think that kids should be in bed by a certain time of night but I guess I don’t know what I’m talking about since I don’t have any kids. But back to the real idea behind this blog.
As I was walking I had to cross a major street. I could feel the car waiting to turn right disgusted that I was walking and in their way to get immediately on their way. Then I looked up to find that the walk/don’t walk light across the intersection was one of those “countdown” indicators. From the minute I stepped into the intersection I felt like I was on a competition reality show or worse, back in grade school being timed for things like the fifty yard dash or mile by my “coach.” Before I even took my first step I saw on the indicator that I only had a total of 23 seconds to complete the task of getting to the other side. Now I’m a fast walker, faster than anyone I know. I don’t know if I’m a fast walker because I did live in a city once or because I’m short and trying to make up for having short legs but whatever the reason few can keep my pace when it comes to walking, not even my six foot spouse. But as I started my trek across the large intersection while I felt confident that I would get across in plenty of time, I started thinking about the elderly or people who don’t walk as fast as me. What do they do? How do they get across in 23 seconds? We’re not talking city blocks here we’re talking enormous four lane intersections created by the people who created planned communities and wide roads. While I loved having the four lanes to dart around slower or texting drivers when you have to walk across those lanes and you’re being timed, you wonder just why there need to be so many lanes. Funny how quickly your perspective can change, isn’t it?
As I walked I discovered that being a “walker” was kind of a cool thing. There was something green on parts of the ground, wow, grass I think it’s called. There were trees that you could actually see the bark on. There was some but not a lot of litter, people who litter should all be destroyed or at the very least go to an island where there are nothing but the litterers and live in their own filth. Honestly, I think that people who litter are the most inconsiderate and dumb people on the planet. Feeling the air whoosh past me I thought, “Hmmm, maybe this is why those runner people run.” For what lasted less than a second I thought that I might be able to be one of those runners then I thought better of it. Bad knees from my years of dance and not that wild about the outdoors deemed this not a good idea for me. But as I walked I felt better than I ever felt when I drove somewhere and it didn’t take long for me to realize I forgot how great it is to walk – Don’t Get Me Started!
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