Walking to work and scones are the themes of this entry.
As I write this blog on Friday afternoon, my thighs are burning. From exertion and also from coming in from the cool December air.
This morning, I completed a goal that has been bouncing around in my head for a few years: I walked to work.
From my home to the Crazy 8 Barn & Garden, it is a little under 12 km.
This is not an insurmountable distance by any means, but it was into the wind, if not uphill.
The scenery was agricultural bland with snippets of Lake Erie on the horizon as I walked along the shoulder of Talbot Trail (Highway 3).
It took me three hours with a couple of stops:
One to chat with the neighbour for a few minutes, just after I had left home;
and when I was nearing the barn, a friend pulled her car over. She was on her way to drop off shortbread cookies to me and some other friends.
As I stood on the roadside, with a couple of kilometres to go, she showed me the nicely wrapped bag of homemade cranberry shortbread cookies.
“Put them in the mailbox at the Crazy 8 Barn and I’ll get them there.”
“Ok,” she said with a smile.
Then I realized my folly.
“No, no, give them to me.” I reached for the cheerfully wrapped bundle. “I’ve just eaten my last gummy bear.”
I’m not sure if I said thank you.
But I was grateful.
As she drove away, I knew that I would make it.
I untied the the ribbon, and smooshed the bottom of the bag into my pocket, leaving the top open for easy access. On the shoulder of the road, I ate three of the cookies and I could feel the muscle tension in my hips melting away like the butter of these tasty treats.
I pushed on.
The distance disappeared and soon I was in my parking lot.
Mission accomplished and with four shortbread cookies left.
Susanne
P.S. If you have a little goal nagging in your brain, tackle it before the end of the year. You will feel great. |