I stopped right before Christmas due to the busy holiday schedule with my walking partner.
And I just have not had a chance to work it back in to my daily habit.
Cold Florida weather.
And just laziness I guess.
Then there was the whole part of not really wanting to do it alone.
I get bored.
Last week I started walking again.
The weather has been perfect.
Plus being on spring break from school, I have more time than I have over the last few months.
I also know exercising is good for me. I want to lose about ten to fifteen more pounds.
And not only for my physical health, but it is good for feeling low and mental health.
Also since I have been feeling better, I would like to continue this high feeling.
To keep it going as long as possible. It has been a week now.
The only thing is with this onset of endorphins flowing through my body, it is laced with grief.
Roger and I often walked together.
Especially in the evenings or after dinner.
We walked many of these streets around our new house to see other parts of our neighborhood to get to know our new life a little better.
We walked to dinner some nights.
Or to the grocery store.
We would talk a lot of course.
Getting to know each other even better.
We did the same at Roger's old neighborhood.
It is how we dreamed of this house.
We walked around naming "our" ideal house.
So when we found this floor plan we were super excited.
It was perfect for us.
It was our house.
After we moved here, some days, Roger walked alone before I came home from work.
On the days, he worked from home and wanted to get some exercise in knowing either I did not want to exercise or I was already going to the gym.
Now, I walk alone.
And although the endorphins let me smile, I feel a little sad.
I hold my head high.
But I cannot help but remember those many nights with dear.
But now I walk alone.