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Walkies 2

Updated on October 15, 2011

I feel my feet are not part of me, nor my legs, my ankles unscrewed. I am into my second week of walking. After doing it on a regular basis, I now make longer strikes, my back no longer hurts, and I don't need to sit down every couple of hundred of meters.

I am finding it gets better with every walk which lasts for about an hour that actually flies by, you feel more confident, relaxed, wanting to go forward, and not stopping. Towards the end of the 1st week, I started to follow long trails and roads—here there is no traffic except for the odd vehicle here and there.

I have to say it again, my strides became more confident, with arms and hands stretching outwards, and feet thudding forward as they touch the ground and move, no stopping this time. Thank God there is no pain in the back or pelvis just moving.

Mind you when I am walking I like to take my time, I like to walk on my own because the others like to walk quicker than my pace, however, I am starting to learn I can keep up with them, at least for a good while, but certainly not for an hour, nor even for 10 minutes.

No, I like to walk on my own. I find that I can walk fast, not as fast as them, but fast according to my own standards, and then just relax, walk slowly, especially when going uphill, reach the top, and begin a curved downhill.

The adrenalin starts pumping as I go down, I actually fell better as I inhale the fresh oxygen. There is a new surge of pumping energy, it feels so good despite the fact that I now begin to feel my trainers somehow swell up in activity.

People pass by, some with shorts, with jeans, with T Shirts, some like me loners, some in twos and some in threes, walking and watching the world go by.

At the end of the trail, I would turn around and go back uphill again. Not bad really because it is not too steep, but I catch my breath here and there, the breathing not violent, but more at a momentum with the strides. Now if I was running, the breathing would be heavier.

I enter the second round, and to me it's the final leg of walking through the long pine trees that cover the sky, with the odd rays of bright sunshine flickering through the ground. Suddenly my cell phone rings. My niece telling me they are making their way back to the car park.

I start walking, mustering all the effort I have and move rapidly, that is as rapidly as my legs will allow, and even beyond. I start breathing heavily, somewhat noisily, This road, is even fuller now, people and their daily habits.

I walk, walk, and walk. Gosh, this is long I think, it's never going to end. I turn down the short side walk and into the park. But the car is placed right at the end. It's a huge car park. It even looks bigger this morning, and I continue moving with one foot and the other. I reach there in total fatigue and just drop on the car seat!


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      Marwan Asmar 6 years ago from Amman, Jordan

      This is in itself a story on walking to work that should be developed. It would make an interesting read if you expand on the social/business angles. Thanks for the comment.

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      DonDWest 6 years ago from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

      I walk an hour to work and an hour back, every single working day. As such I have no automotive expenses in my budget; I don't even spend money for a bus ticket. If I need a car for any reason, I lease for a short period of time. The 30% people normally spend on transportation goes towards savings/investing. Because I walk two hours every 5 (or 6) days a week, I don't need to spend money on fitness or recreation either.

      I remember how at first this felt rather strange. My work has a strict dress code, and let me tell you, walking to and from work in casual business attire makes a few eyeballs around town roll. Especially considering some of the rougher parts of town I must walk through to reach home.

      People often ask me if I'm worried I'll get mugged. Indeed, at first that was a worry, but I found over time that people are so surprised to see a young man dressed up in business attire walking so much; that they often stand mesmerized.

      The only downside is I've had to go through many shoes. They don't make shoes like they used to; I go through a pair of shoes every three months. The shoes are all cheap crap from China and Indonesia. I'm trying to find dress shoes designed like they were made in the 1920's, a time where everyone had to walk to work. I would be willing to pay a huge price for them as well if they lasted over a year.

      This took at least six months to adapt. Walking two hours a day (not in sneakers) originally took a toll on my feet. I remember so many blisters, and at one time my heels were bleeding. Now this is never a problem.

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      Kevin Languedoc 6 years ago from Canada

      congrats marwan. I walk too, I do dome of my best thinking while I walk. It is great for the health and writers block.

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      Marwan Asmar 6 years ago from Amman, Jordan

      Cheers point2make, appreciate your comments, actually my feet and ankles are starting to hurt, but I hope I can still make it. With people like you cheering me on I am sure I can.

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      point2make 6 years ago

      Well done Marwan. Your progress is inspiring for us who will follow in your footsteps soon. Walking for an hour seems like a impossible goal for me but we have to start somewhere so I will set my goals in increments of 15 minutes and see how many I can attain. Keep going , my friend, I'm behind you.....some distance back to be sure but I'm there.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      You have me enthused! It's cooling down here in the desert, so it's time to walk again.