I’ve been doing a lot of walking since I retired. At the beginning of 2025 I set a goal to walk 750 miles during the year. I’ll probably hit the goal. Recently I’ve started a couple of 6 miles treks around Short Pump. Those walks take me around an hour and a half, sometimes less, sometimes more. Regardless of how fast or slow I walk…that’s a lot of time to be alone with your thoughts.
Along the way I see other walkers with EarPods perched in each ear. They are either listening to music, somebody’s podcast or an audiobook, but some of them pass me in the middle of a spirited conversation with someone. Its amazing how much you can learn about someone in the four of five seconds of their public exchanges with invisible friends as they race by…
“F**king hell man, I lost a thousand bucks when that c**ksu**ing Ravens kicker missed that 30 yard field goal last night!”
“I’m thinking of going no contact with my parents. I’ve had enough of their complaining.”
“Honestly, I think that Trump is the reason my cholesterol is out of control!”
The trouble with the EarPod thing with me is that I have never found any that will fit in my ear. My ear shape must be abnormal. Pam can wear them with no trouble at all, but when I try them they fall out after like three steps. So, I’m left with an hour and a half of random thoughts drifting in and out of my mind as I walk.
The majority of those thoughts center around whatever it is I happen to be writing. Lately it’s the new novel. Ideas for where the story will go next, what the characters will do or not do, that sort of thing. Sometimes I think about random memories from thirty or forty years ago that come to me out of nowhere. Other times I actually manage to think about absolutely nothing. I just look at the trees and the clouds in the sky.
But yesterday I thought about my kids. Images of them kept popping in my head from when they were both toddlers, how beautiful they both were, how hard it was when they were little, how overwhelmed I felt. Then images came from when they got married and the emotions that came with those days, how confusing it felt entering a new phase of life as their parents. I prayed that they had chosen the right person but back then I had no way of knowing for sure.
But then, as I began the long uphill stretch of North Gayton road that leads up to Pump, I thought of how blessed I have been to be their father. Although we have had our share of disagreements, neither of them have ever disrespected us, never given Pam or me reason to sit up all night worrying about them. They have never asked me for a dime since they became adults. They are hard workers who married hard workers. They have honored their parents well. Although I’m sure I have embarrassed them a thousand times over the years I can honestly say that neither of them have ever embarrassed me.
When I got back home from yesterday’s walk, my daughter sent me this picture of my grandson as a three month old…
Yeah…having kids was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
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