Since our move, I've started taking regular evening walks on my own while hubby handles bedtime. Our new neighborhood is fantastic for walking, and it is very motivating. I haven't done much (okay, any) exercise since becoming a mom. I always somehow felt that time was at their expense and I would get to it again when they were older. I'm realizing that now they are older, or at least they are older enough, and there is no escaping the fact that I haven't been taking particularly good care of myself. If I'm not taking care of myself well, how can I expect to take care of them any better? It's time to establish a regular fitness routine, and walking is the first part. Three nights a week (don't want to miss bedtime every night), I head out the door and up the street. Turn left at the next street, crest the hill and stop to admire this view:
This is the Swan River with the city of Perth in the distance. The Peppermint Grove yacht club is over on the left. Because my walks are after dinnertime, I tend to reach this spot when the sun is setting. The sky is streaked with color and the windows of city are reflecting the orange sunlight. Each and every time, I feel amazed and profoundly grateful that I am lucky enough to live here.