Turga
Camino tortuga
- Time of past OR future Camino
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I do most of my training walks in the city area. I could easily find nicer places to walk, there are pretty forests and quiet, open farmland not far outside the city, but that would require me to drive for around 45 minutes or so. I do that occasionally, but for some reason driving out to walk doesn’t feel right. My walking routes are carefully planned to quickly take me away from roads with heavy traffic and into some quite tranquil suburban areas, through small parks and along the coast of the bay opposite the harbor. Around 7 kilometers out, I get to a point where I have to decide if I’ll walk the 12 km, the 17 km or the 22/25 km circuit. Previously, at this time of year, I would have walked the longer circuits several times, but this year I haven’t really felt the motivation; there has been some unclear thought telling me “Why bother? You are not going to walk a Camino this year anyway and there are other things to do”.
You know how it is when you are walking – you get to think about things. On the way out today I passed an old man walking slowly and unsteadily supported by his cane and later another supported by a walker and I thought about how lucky I am being able to walk without even thinking about it and I thought about getting the best out of that for as long as I can – who knows for how long? I came to think about the same time last year when I was limping around with a ruptured Achilles tendon looking enviously at anybody who could walk effortlessly.
Now I am sitting here by the pc tired and hot after 25 kilometers of walking in the blazing sun thinking about how good it feels to walk for many hours and how lucky I am to be able to do so – even if it isn’t on some Camino.
(And now I need a shower )
You know how it is when you are walking – you get to think about things. On the way out today I passed an old man walking slowly and unsteadily supported by his cane and later another supported by a walker and I thought about how lucky I am being able to walk without even thinking about it and I thought about getting the best out of that for as long as I can – who knows for how long? I came to think about the same time last year when I was limping around with a ruptured Achilles tendon looking enviously at anybody who could walk effortlessly.
Now I am sitting here by the pc tired and hot after 25 kilometers of walking in the blazing sun thinking about how good it feels to walk for many hours and how lucky I am to be able to do so – even if it isn’t on some Camino.
(And now I need a shower )