Why walk?

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Haven’t gotten on the 10K-step bandwagon yet. No bands on wrist predict my fitness, I am holy though who thinks fitness levels I would like to detect by “how I feel”
Most times it’s muddled, and that’s how it’s meant to be. I am a menopausal woman intending to be a zuzu. But other times the gut does tell about the fitness levels I possess, on some uninterrupted pondering, but the interruptions could be

“I don’t want to do it today”
“Why should I measure now?”
“Just do, why measure?”
“wtf, just shut down and vegetate”

One of the activities that has been constant is walking.

I caught on to it when I moved to Bangalore, then the garden city, to just explore around. After work would walk around and I always felt it gave me a different perspective of the surroundings than the other means of transport. Ofcourse it gave some movement after long sitting hours at work. Then it used to be a solo walk. But the meighbourhood I moved to in bangalore, Indiranagar, was quaint and was worthy of a stroll. Evening showers would have let some flowers fall on the path, and it almost felt like walking on a carpet.

Then, in some years, walking became a dating ritual with my now partner. Morning walks to a temple nearby was mandatory. It gave us some time to talk and ofcourse fool around. What would 20 something lovers do, find a cosy spot to koochikoo. So this green neighbourhood…