Mom bought a pair of new sport shoes.
After I repeatedly asked her out with me for my late afternoon's walks. That I usually do alone - she seemed to give a lot of excuses, ditto my sisters. But I know changes need to be polished slowly, so I asked them all the time.
Old sport shoes, not even meant for constant running, with holes that make my socks wet - is enough.
Converse sneakers, a bit uncomfortable but you left the other sport shoe at the lab - is enough.
Everything you have is enough to start something.
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If I keep on sitting in front of the computer in my room the whole day, I'd probably go berserk. On my wild days, I go out twice - in the morning, and late afternoon. It calms me down. I am that good in finding distractions.
I walked and ran for more than 130 km *since I keep track of it.
I walked even more than that, on days that I didn't want to keep track of my outing activities.
I walked and ran and walked and ran.
I miss it, the strange silence of the world that we usually see.
And when the familiarity of being away touches me.
And when the familiarity of being away touches me.
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