“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
I set a glass of water on the shelf next to the treadmill and slip my feet into a pair of waiting shoes. They’re fun shoes, with red and white stripes, a contrast to the heavy Nikes I can no longer wear to walk any distance due to a foot issue. I prefer the convenience of the slip-ons anyway; I certainly prefer the joie de vivre they greet me with every morning.
I used to watch Gaither music DVDs while I walked but these days I prefer silence, the time serving as a perfect opportunity to spend time in prayer. I step; I pray. Please. Help. Why? Thank you.
I get inspiration for things I’m working on and ideas for new projects too. Sometimes, I just let my mind wander where it wants to go.
From my vantage point on the NordicTrack I look through the sliding glass door and see my potager garden. I’ve been watching the chives grow taller like a measuring stick for the season’s progress. They’re full of buds now and so pretty. I resolve to head outside later and capture a few images of them with my camera later.
I check the elapsed time in the treadmill’s dashboard and open up the Fitbit app on my phone to confirm I see the green circle indicating I reached my goal. Good. Done. I shut down the treadmill, drink deeply from the water-glass, then slide my feet out of my striped shoes and head upstairs to do the day.