My husband tells me I complain too often about too much. And it’s true. About five years ago, my New Year’s Resolution was to complain more often, a promise that has expanded to unimagined heights.
In fact, I once complained about the number of clicks involved in an online shopping pay-you-back scheme, and the only response I got was from a young ‘un who said: “Old people. Always complaining.”
But here’s the thing. I like to walk. When I lived in town, I’d take a three mile walk in the morning before work and a three mile walk in the evening after work. Kept my stress levels under control. Gave me something to look forward to every day. Loved the endorphins.
Plus the chance to march through my neighborhood, waving to people I knew by sight, stopping to visit with friends.
But in 2000, we moved to the ‘country.’ And I thought, yippee, great place to walk.
I was so wrong. The exurbs do not come with sidewalks. Dogs–some friendly, some not–wander about. Walking on gravel is not pleasant. Easy to twist an ankle or foot. And the dust … Good heavens, either wear a mask or turn your back when a car or truck goes by.
Three years ago, maybe four, Jim got tired of hearing me complain. He went to the county commissioners and asked if our road could be treated with dust control, preferably a chip-and-seal. That would’ve given us a smooth surface for walking and reduced the dust by about 80 percent.
Our commissioner promised everything and gave us nothing. So here I am, 18 years of walking–not very often–on gravel roads. And yes, I have a treadmill (boring), and those walk-in-your-house DVDs (irritating). I could drive six miles to walk around the lake, but then there’s the cost of gas and the hassle of taking the car …
I guess I do complain a lot.
4 thoughts on “Walking on Gravel Roads”
Why do you think I’m so reluctant to move somewhere where the cost of living is lower? Having Verona Park a half-mile walk away is a HUGE health benefit.
Color me jealous. I LOVED Verona Park. Heated Jersey, though …
We have sidewalks that were put in 60 years ago. They are cracked & split from waether, salt application, tree roots & general deterioration! Sprained ankle waiting to happen! I’m always looking down when I walk! And the plowed furrows in the fields are another place I look where I’m walking…and dust is from trucks, wind & wheat being cut & threshed! The older we get the more we turn into Maxine! I’ve started doing my walking at Wally World!
Sounds like Omaha. Or the way it used to be.