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Walking to the Y…

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Y?  Because I like to.  I live a mile away from the YMCA.  I joined six years ago when I first came to Winston-Salem, because I had to have something to do while waiting.  I was waiting for travel documents to come for my brother and sister-in-law, so they could go to China to get their youngest little girl.  I was waiting to figure out my next steps after having left my husband of thirty-three years.  I was waiting for the marriage to be legally over, and waiting to see who I was and who I could become.

I love my Y.  I lift weights.  I ride a stationary bike.  I take Gentle Yoga classes several times a week, and I’ve met some great people.  I still find refuge in my Yoga class, though I don’t go as regularly as I did in the early days.  My life has gotten happily busier!  Nowadays, I walk.  I used to walk with a friend who lived around the corner, but she moved away, so now I just walk by myself.

I do some of my best blog writing when I walk.  Often, I will be inspired with a topic, and this past week was no exception.  This post is the result. 

Walking is scenic.  It is rhythmic, and it is meditative.  It takes one whole rosary to get to the front steps, and coming home, I usually work out a blog post in my head.  Often, I remember it, and write and post.  Many times, I don’t remember what I’d thought to write, only to have it pop up later.

It’s a gift to be able to live in such a beautiful and pedestrian-friendly place.  It’s a gift to exercise my body and my mind.  It’s a gift to be among friendly, kind, funny faces who greet me with welcoming  words when I’ve missed a few classes.  Walking to the Y is one of my gratitudes, often.  Walking to the Y has been a huge part of who I am and who I have become.  Who could ask for more?  Prayers and fitness, and working out in more ways than one.   It doesn’t get any better than this.  Look at the photo.  Get it?IMG_2651.JPG

I’m back in the saddle, again…

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The bicycle saddle, that is! 

I rode my bike over a mile today.  That’s not much by my old standards, but seeing as how I’ve only actually been on my bike once in two years, and seeing as how that one ride was a distance of about 3 feet, and seeing as how I used to ride 7 miles a day, and seeing as how I used to ride every single day, no exceptions, a one mile ride is very, very significant!

Bike riding was an important part of my past life.  My bike, an Electra Twiggy—Levi blue in color, was an important part of my past life.  One of my classes gave her to me for Christmas in 2004.  I rode her several thousand miles before moving east.

Last week, my sister and I loaded her up in the car, tied down the trunk lid, and drove her to the bike shop for a tune-up.  Today, I walked to the shop, and rode the Twigster home…mostly uphill.  Though I’ll pay with sore muscles tomorrow, it feels good. 

Tick that one off.  Next, I may tackle the sewing gremlin by breaking out my sewing machine.  I am facing one demon at a time…check, check, and double check…no rush.  It’ll happen.