Time, literally, flies.
The past three weeks have been spent planning walks for other people, and not doing any myself! I'm certainly not complaining - I love it - but as always, I'm itching to get out there with the masses.
There's been a few short strolls; dog walks, hangover-curing walks, and fast-paced focused walks to the shops, but nothing substantial to blog about.
But I wouldn't want you to think I had abandoned my writing-therapy altogether. After all, as much as this blog is about walking to 'cure' anxiety, of course it is the writing that provides me with the most pleasure. I write great novels in my head all the time. I write as much and as often as I can.....which these days is about as often as I walk, but...I'm trying. I just love to write. The first word is my biggest stumbling block (hence why I can let three weeks go by without blogging), but once that first word is down...just try and hold me back. Knowing when to stop is more difficult.
Sometimes this is great problem to have. Sometimes I solve all of life's problems with a magnificent letter - generally these letters are never penned but is there not a certain therapeutic quality about pounding the pavements as you stride home, hammering out a letter about this or that injustice? It never really needs to be penned; by the time I've got home, I'm sorted. I count that in my writing repertoire.
But recently I've been adding more to my repertoire, and in a shameless plug, I'm going to link them here. Just so you are assured that there is life and mettle in my fingertips these days...and I hope this will get to my feet eventually...
The writing is about walking, so it all makes sense to include it here. A piece about long distance walking - here. And a piece about rest days whilst walking - here.
Enjoy!
And now the Six Nations is over (phew), I hope this weekend will bring a walk...watch this space...
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