I have written before about the therapeutic
benefits of walking but, having emerged from a particularly stressful month, I
want to do so again. Throughout my 'menses horribilis', I found that the
routine and process of going out with the group helped ground me and take me
out of my fog of worry. Being able to share with my gang, some of whom were
going through their own trials, kept my own situation in perspective and eased
the burden. And, at the end of the day, me and mine came through our troubles
and are on the mend.
On Saturday we walkers deviated from our
usual routine and started at the Corus building. There were only three of us in
the 8am group (and apparently 6 walkers
in the 7am group) and, having forgotten our map (sorry Phyllis) we walked east
along the waterfront and back, remembering when we used to head that way
regularly as part of marathon training. Much has changed (most of it for the
better) with some exciting new buildings under construction. It is in the
process of going from a wasteland to a community.
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| We lost Dianne and Sherry along the way |
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| The shortbread bakery on Queen St. gives out advice! |
We all met up at the Distillery District
for breakfast, exclaiming about the beauty of the day and enjoying, as always,
our hard earned food (except for those oddly coloured 'tater tots').
I felt positively good for the first time in a while. Thank you TPW - you guys are the best medicine ever!
