I’m Walkin’
For the time being, I’ve given up running and aerobics. Perhaps I am forever retired from the world of Jazzercise, who knows? Now I walk for my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health.
I base my practice on a proverb in Traditional Chinese Medicine which says that…
Worms will not eat living wood where the vital sap is flowing; rust will not hinder the opening of a gate when the hinges are used each day. Movement gives health and life. Stagnation brings disease and death.
So far here in Marin, most of my daily walking-time has been spent on one particular bikepath near my apartment. It’s a good route and very accessible. It quickly became known to me after I moved here. And it quite rapidly evolved into my routine.
And, of course: now it has become boring as well. I have been caught in a rut with no new scenery, no variation from the norm.
So, this last weekend, I decided to change all that. You know, mix things up a little bit…and live on the wild side!
On Saturday I drove down the road a little ways to the Natalie Coffin Greene Park in the Town of Ross – and actually found a place to park this time. Spots are very limited there (24 spaces or so), so on my previous visits, I had always ended up turning around to find someplace else to park and hike (namely my old standby path).
The trail leading from this park goes very quickly into the woods and splendid isolation along Phoenix Lake. It’s a beautiful place, rather hilly and secluded (except for other like-minded outdoor folk), and I fell in love with the place immediately. I suspect that from now on I’ll wait my turn to park in the lot, just to be able to enjoy this amazing little getaway place so near home. (Perhaps it’ll be my new “Mt. Pisgah” – the favorite hiking spot of all time for me, right outside Eugene, OR.)
Then, on Sunday, I did something I had envisioned myself doing ever since I entertained the thought of moving to Marin: I walked the length of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a cloudless and balmy afternoon, and I figured: it’s time! I discovered directions on the web about where to park, so I found my way to the Vista Point lot on the north side of the bridge. I walked the bridge from north to south, wandered around the visitor’s facilities at that end (i.e., the gift shop and café), then walked the span again back to my car.
What a totally perfect day to do this! I’ll have to go back again soon, though, when the photos will turn out with more “mood” associated with them.
Soundtrack Suggestion
I’m walkin’, yes indeed and I’m talkin’ ’bout you and me
I’m hopin’ that you’ll come back to me, uh uh.
( “I’m Walkin’” – Fats Domino)
Reader Comments (3)
I started walking in the fall of 1976 for my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health. I've missed very few days since. Even when it has been -20 or below (without the wind chill). I do admit those cold walks get shorter as I get older.
The only difference is I prefer concrete sidewalks instead of a path or trail. Our paths and trails have too many bugs!
Anne, if you want to walk The Bridge with me sometime, just let me know!
And, Al…thanks for the “welcome” – but it’s not like I just joined this Club (capitalized?). It’s just that you’ve always heard more about my running and Jazzercising.
I first started walking for health in February of 1982. Then I started running later that year – and continued regularly until about 1998. (It was in August 1997 that I hiked a killer trail in Glacier National Park and did something damaging to my left knee. It was the downhill trek that did me in.)
Of course, as you know, I started Jazzercising in 1983 – which I did with almost religious fervor until 2005. It was the lack of availability of a convenient class, and the concurrent gradual decline into these fibromyalgia-like symptoms I now experience, that steered me in the direction of making walking my primary exercise regimen.
From 1982 on, though, I’ve been walking, taking stairs instead of elevators, intentionally parking down the block (or at the fringes of a parking lot) from my ultimate destination, and seeking out the best hiking trails around. The Mt. Pisgah area referred to above contains a series of trails I’ve hiked dozens, or more-likely scores, of times over the years.