In my elementary school we had a “chip trail” that went around the entire huge perimeter of the school grounds. Almost every day the majority of students went down to our wood-paneled gym and did aerobics, followed by at least one lap of that chip trail. I don’t recall the distance a lap was, but it was decent. It crossed grassy & gravel fields, past playgrounds, the hills we’d toboggan down in 1 inch of snow and best of all – through the cool leafy tunnel of trees and bush that surrounded the furthest part of the path. I loved this part of the chip trail. It’s where I could pick up speed as I went downhill, letting my long legs propel me and carry me past other students. We kids didn’t have to look down at our feet, we all knew that trail like sure-footed deer. Just running, breathing deep and feeling strong and healthy. We were FIT kids.
Those days come to mind as I am out walking every morning and often afternoon. My legs are remembering what it’s like to feel strong and capable to carry me across long distances. I love my walks. No chip trail here, but the view and smells are no less appealing. Past century old homes with intricate stained glass windows and gingerbread woodwork, admiring the colourful gardens of my neighbours and along the river that cuts through the centre of town. I so miss the water. I enjoy watching the sleeping ducks, the curmudgeonly old men with their bent cigarettes clamped between weather worn faces, and the multi-generation families sitting together fishing. I’ll say “good morning” to those who look like they’d welcome it, and may have given the finger to one cyclist who almost ran over a ladies dog.
I have a new appreciation for my physical ability. I always knew I was a strong woman – mentally and physically, but now I am really feeling it. I’m seeing the results of my efforts and every day my endurance gets better and better. I can feel my confidence starting to return. I find myself standing taller. I love who I am becoming.
This new path isn’t lined with wood chips, the shades of green that are unique to the Sunshine Coast, or the smell of the salt air, but it’s a good path nonetheless. I’m on a good path forward, toward a healthier, stronger and perhaps even wiser life and these 44-year-old legs are ready for it.
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