So now I walk. I got myself an MP3 and I load it up with a Dead show and I walk.
I find that blocking out the rough around the edges sounds of Taiwan actually numbs the eyes a bit as well. I find little to complain about as I walk.
I walk to relieve stress. I don’t drink, but I used to, and I used to enjoy so pretty damn fine beers and whiskies. But I don’t drink and I have discovered that when I’m walking and jamming and sweating I don’t think about the irritating pull to drink. I’m on my fourth dry month and the high of not drinking has long passed. It’s hard,but when I’m walking, it’s not.
I walk to lose weight, as not drinking and not smoking has led me straight to the refrigerator.
I walk and I think and I’m beginning to feel that I should bring a notepad with me as my creativity seems to spike when I’m out. That’s cool, as I used to write poetry and short stories and it’s nice to know that those brain cells are a) still there and b) still working.
I think that maybe walking is making me a better person as I am not in a rush when I walk, even though I walk pretty fast. My head is relaxed. I notice things that make me smile, like an old man sitting next to his bike at dusk; a great picture; a smile at a jogger who seemed as though we shared some bond. I get to think about work a bit, but not much, about my family whom I love so much, and my friends here in Taiwan and back home. I think about things I’d like to do and people I’d like to help. I don’t stress out at poor drivers like I do when I drive.
It’s a profoundly relaxing and beneficial experience this walking.
It helps in many ways.