#47 – Ambling


When I first began to take time out during my lunch breaks to walk about, there was nothing intentional about it – as far as I can remember. It was one of those things which – having happened a few times – felt so good it became self-catalysing, etching itself into my daily routine; becoming as integral a habit as could be. In looking back at my step logs – I am one of those people who wears a wrist band for tracking steps, the Fitbit Charge HR in black being my very own brand of poison in that regard – it appeared to coincide broadly with an office move at work, one which brought with it its own issues. I claim no causal linkages here, I must quickly add.

For most of the second half of January and all of February so far, sometime after 12.00 noon I have half skipped, half walked down the stairs at work, careful to maintain contact with the hand rails at all times to avoid falling foul of the stair Nazis, and then turned right once out of the building. On most days – unusual for this time of the year – it is a relatively dry, sunny walk down Market Street, on to North  Esplanade West street and then up one of any number of roads till I find myself in Union Square and from thence on to work.

On most days, I find that I run across any number of people that I know – R and B, Lycra clad, usually zip past me somewhere on Market street; D saunters past at a more leisurely pace, but fast enough to pass me on my walk, S sometimes rides past on his bicycle. Occasionally, a lot more over the last week than before, I pass my friend K in Union Square, he is usually just heading out when I am on my return journey. When I do, we stop and have a natter, musing about  whatever gets our attention that day, usually work related.

This, this ambling about, is how fifteen to twenty minutes of my lunch hour vanishes, I suspect that I am beginning to look forward to them, perhaps need them, as a counterpoint to the steady plodding away at work…

2 thoughts on “#47 – Ambling

  1. My eyes got hung up on the words “stair Nazis” in your second paragraph. It’s obvious some people require you to have a hand on the railing whenever you are on the stairs. Who made that rule? Did it come from your company or the owner of your building? Is this a common thing in your town?

    I’m dying of curiosity. You see, I always went up and down stairs without holding on until I had my knees replaced. After that I needed the stability. The last few years I’ve been trying to navigate stairs without help again, depending more on the leg muscles. My daughter, who works for a shipping company, told me they had to hold onto a rail in their office. It’s a rule on all the ships, so the head office has it on land, as well.

    Here I’ve been trying to look more normal, and you people in offices are hanging on for dear life!

    That wasn’t the point of your post, but I couldn’t let this pass without comment. That’s great that you are walking at your lunch hour. My husband and I are retired now, but we walk six days a week. It’s one of the best things for you, and I wouldn’t be surprised if your brain works better on days when you walk. I hope you can keep it up and continue to enjoy it.

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  2. LOL.. Indeed my point about stair nazi’s was just that.. Some require you to hold on to the left side, some to the right, which did my head in when I worked for a contractor and visited various client sites very regularly…

    I like to think the fresh (cold) air does me a world of good, as I come back all perked up. And walking does help me organise my thoughts too so I often come back with ideas on different ways to tackle work issues.. I’m hoping I can keep it up longterm 🙂


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