Walking unplugged

There are so many wires hanging out of ears these days. Everywhere I go in my new city neighbourhood I see people walking, running, jogging, and rollerblading – it’s very collegial. The problem is whenever this suburban girl smiles to say hello, few notice. It’s those darn wires. Everyone is moving in their invisible bubble of sound.

I get it. It’s kind of scary just putting ourselves out there – kind of like sitting in a restaurant alone with nothing to read. Still, there’s so much we can learn from our own company. When we are left alone with our brain, we are forced into conversation. Never am I disappointed in how a walk on my own helps me solve problems, set new goals, and appreciate where I live.

Everywhere we walk there is something to hear, feel, and smell - a band celebrates at Etienne Brule Park as I make my way through the trail, the hum of traffic as I approach the Gardiner Expressway is a sign the lake is near, and then the rhythmic rush of waves from a stiff and invigorating southwest wind. What a day!

I know it’s possible to enjoy all of this with a soundtrack, and obviously many people feel the soundtrack enhances the experience, but I feel like I’d be cheating myself of the total experience and a chance to catch up with myself.