I think at this point I need a bit of sleep. Going for lengthy walks is not something I do regularly enough and so my body is feeling the suffering that that ends up leading to, and it just ain’t fun to feel tired, you know?
Anyway, now that that small whinge is out of the way, today I am going to tell you about a walk I did this morning that involved walking from my place to Tempe Station via The Cooks River, as I don’t really have much else to say at this point. Well, I will, but not right now I won’t. Still things to do and all that stuff, so I’ll ens up writing a bit later too, maybe. I’m not sure yet as I’m rather beat after that walk as it was followed by more walking and eating and more walking and now resting and I’ve been resting for a little too long, so now I’m feeling rather tired and want to take a nap, but I cannot as I won’t sleep well tonight if I do. Would rather sleep well than sleep poorly. Poor sleep ain’t a fun thing to deal with.
Then again, I don’t know if I will indeed sleep well tonight at all. I’m merely assuming that I will indeed sleep well tonight. If I don’t sleep well, then I guess I don’t and then I will feel even more tired tomorrow. That won’t be fun. Maybe I should take that nap. Maybe I should just hedge my bets, as they say. Don’t necessarily want to, but just might and then get on with the living thing a little later, though… I don’t know as to where I was going with that, so I think I will just drop the point. I don’t know what point I am dropping, but I am dropping it and then I am going to get on with the writing about going for a walk along The Cooks River.
That would be more interesting than what I am going on with at the moment. Really need to get to the part where I start writing about it, then. There are stories that need to come out and talking about a mundane happening is one of those stories. It is a story grounded in reality as it is something that happened. It is something that I underwent. I experienced it and then there was the other things, such as the sore legs that come with the act of traveling at an accelerated walking pace that gets to to places from a starting point that you chose at some location.
There was some public transport involved, however. I need to be clear on that one. However, that came at the end and not the start, though really it came between walking, for there was walking home from a train station after catching a train to get closer to home. The bus would’ve taken too long so the legs got punished a little bit more. Poor legs and all that stuff, you know.
I’m glad that there was public transport involved as it meant getting home sooner rather than later. The walk already was lengthy enough as it was and going back… well, I’m not fit enough for that as of yet. The public transport was a necessary evil that helped cut down the amount of time spent traveling. It meant I got to go home sooner and getting home sooner was a relief as that then meant that being home sooner meant more resting, or something. It was a relief in some ways, though the extra walking certainly was not something that I found particularly enjoyable. Well, it was more that the company was enjoyable in that extra walking. Helped ignore the growing pain. It was also less protracted. The initial walking was mostly continuous. Few stops along the way and those mostly pertained to waiting for traffic to clear so a road could be crossed. That was easy, that was fine. Wasn’t when there was more walking involved.
Anyway, what I am saying is that public transport was a good idea. It was a good choice. Saved a lot of time. Kind of got a bit annoyed at how easily the train passed through suburbs for some reason, but that’s the way the train rolls. Walking was slower, of course. Even of we were walking with power, we still were much slower than a train, though perhaps there are times when trains are slower than walking and therefore walking makes a better difference…. or is that a bigger difference?
Sometimes walking makes a difference. Inf act, I’d argue that walking often makes a great difference, so if it is possible for you to do so, you should try walking more. Get out there and all that.
And also, don’t shit on people who have difficulty walking.
Anyway, I think I’ve said as much as I feel like saying. As you can see, I discussed the walk at length and now you know that I did a walk and all the gory details of it, so perhaps there will be a part two where I talk about some things related to the walk but not many things related to the walk and somehow tie it all together and make it look all neat and nice. I don’t think that that will happen, but you can’t blame someone for lazily trying to do so.
Well, maybe you can, but I don’t want to deal with that right now. I want to deal with feeling sorry for myself for being unfit and all that other stuff. That is much easier to deal with, or something. I’m going to pretend that it is much easier to deal with as that pretending is much easier to deal with… I think I’m getting a little too into this circular stuff right now. Maybe.
Oh well. I’ll worry about that all a bit later.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:46:98
Well, this is a thing that now exists.
I kind of got the idea to ramble about stuff related to the walk more than the walk itself whilst in the midst of writing the first few sentences. Then it got worse from there.
Probably used “walking” and “walk” a few too many times.
Written at home.