Just Doing It

How to be your own personal trainer. I should be able to do this. Look at how I have taken to writing. First thing in the morning, before getting dressed, before going online or going anywhere, I write my Morning Pages. And while I hope to make more of a dent in the writing world than just being a disciple of Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way,” I find a certain comfort in that. What else would explain why I have practiced it for more than a dozen years?

Sitting each day for Morning Pages is my zazen.

Now I am hoping to bring about another practice in the form of physical exercise. The longer I live, the more connections I see between things. Walking, writing, they are the same. In writing and in walking I am making the same expression in different mediums.

“We live as we move,” writes Julia Cameron, “a step at a time, and there is something in gentle walking that reminds me of how I must live if I am to savor this life I have been given.”

I have started with walking the 4.3 miles of The Loop daily, no ifs, ands, or buts. https://alittleelbowroom.com/2013/04/03/the-loop/

At one time I had a personal trainer. Well, I hired a friend to walk with me. Not that I don’t love to walk, I do. But this was different. She was younger, thinner, more fit than I, and faster. Whereas I am basically a browser and overly interested in homes and gardens.

One of the first things she insisted on was that I leave my little dog at home. I felt bad about that, but there would be no sniffing around in the bushes or wandering off in the grass for us. We had to hightail it every step of the way.

There is nothing like the power of the knock on the door. A personal trainer comes to your place and there is nowhere to hide and no way out. Throw in the friendship factor, and I didn’t want to inconvenience her by canceling. So I never did. Whereas left to my own devices I can come up with a million reasons why I haven’t the time: the house needs cleaning, the garden needs weeding, the manuscript needs editing, or I can convince myself that what I really need is a nap.

Now my friend has moved and I am on my own again, trying to make it happen every day. My technique is to pretend that I am her, not me. I know all my tricks too well: the penchant for short-cuts, the stop-in-my-tracks gazing at view. In other words, I have to be her to push me. It’s still a joint effort.

Then, with The Loop under my belt, I find I go out of my way to add as many more miles as I can in the course of the day. As in, one good turn deserves another. Here I think like a NYC woman, or think environmentally, and walk everywhere I can. It helps to live in a city or live in a town, but that market may be closer than you realize.

Hoping I will become as addicted to my mileage stats as I am to my blog stats on the WordPress website, my tech savvy daughters have given me a fitbit to track myself each day. Again: walking, writing, it’s the same thing. I’m getting it, really I am.

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3 responses to “Just Doing It

  1. sophiewitman

    such a fine example for us all.

  2. My two bits: nothing is better for writing than walking!

  3. Ah Kimberly, how your powerful your writing grows. Power walk? I don’t think so. Power nap? Only for the most masterful, I think you’re there.

    Your entry is quick and easy. Your train of thought is fun to follow here, something most of us can get into. Humorous and not too predictable either, just right. And, it loops neatly around with writing and walking on common ground.

    This one is a pleasant package introducing enough new words, expressions and names to my limited, rural, West Coast vocabulary to pique (peak, peek) my interests.*

    Our area has some great trails along the river. One of them is a loop crossing at the spectacular Calatrava (Sundial) Bridge. I walked the loop there for awhile. A childhood friend walked with me one day but he could not understand why I stuck to the loop’s walkways. He naturally headed across the fields and for the shortcuts of our, childhood. There are no shortcuts in this biz of ours are there.

    My best to you, my personal trainer, and your Brutto too.

    Al Finn
    *zazen, a NYC woman, Julia Cameron

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