I like to walk because it’s usually one of those times I have to myself to think. The legs and the rest of the body are occupied, and I have my mind to myself for the most part. Walking along the sidewalk is one way to get in some nice walking time, but crossing streets becomes a pain, ’cause it requires a bit of processing power. Pacing through the house can also be a problem if there are animals underfoot, or furniture in the way, or other hazards.

The next logical step would be to find a park to walk in. This is great, except it can be hard just to get outside sometimes. I mean, yeah, okay, that’s a problem. I should try to get outside regardless of whether it’s difficult or not. Seriously. The thing is, though, that I do get in a fair bit of walking, it’s just that I don’t get to walk when I want to walk — or is that even really the problem? I’ve had some pretty cool ideas while walking, and mostly, I’m thinking, I want to be able to control when I get those ideas.

I remember when I was still tentatively going to move to Salt Lake, I would sit down at the computer and write, then get up once an hour or so, and pace up and down the hallway, go out and do some jumping jacks or push-ups or something, and then go back and write. Then, after I moved, I looked up labyrinths in SLC, to find a place that actually had a garden/footpath designed for meditative walking. That plan kind of fell through because I had no reliable method of reaching said labyrinths. Still, it was a cool idea. :/