Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly twisting nervousness: What caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
It happened a couple of days ago, I was leisurely walking to the bus stop, suddenly I noticed the bus coming, I was a few yards away, I raised my hand a few times for the driver to see, I started walking as fast as I could. I did not want to miss the bus, it was a cold windy day.
I think I was justified to speed up the walking, if I didn’t, not only I’d miss the bus, I’d have to wait thirty minutes to catch the next one and it would be a pain for me, I’d be cold and impatient two things which would rouse my temper and I’d be pacing back and forth thinking should I go back home or should I stay!
English: These boots are made for walking ……….. Who says Penzance isn’t at the forefront of fashion when you can buy thigh length boots such as these in our very own Market Jew Street !!! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The prompt reminds me of Nancy Sinatra’s song,’These boots are made for walkin and that’s what they’ll do’. I went hunting for comfortable shoes while I was in Montreal. I took two pairs of mine,but they refused to co-operate when I was walking. One of the problems in large cities is, one has to walk a lot to get anywhere.
The farmer’s market was over a kilometre away from where we were staying. This meant we’d have to walk. The first two days I used the pair I took with me. I ended up having my toes so sore,I could not continue using them. I had to get a comfortable pair. When I stepped out of the store,the problem continued. My daughter’s advice was,’Mom you have to break into them’.I understand that part,but I was only there for two weeks,I knew it was not long enough to feel at ease with them. Between stop and walk ritual I managed to cover the grounds. I had to walk from the subway station to the park to watch tennis matches where our favorite players were playing.
We went on a shopping spree, which required metres and metres of walking. My shoes took me to a lot of places,I honestly didn’t enjoy walking that much. It had to be done or else I’d have to sit and wish some angel would lend me her wings so I could fly everywhere. It is only possible in fiction.
I had aching feet,toes and everything that goes with walking,but was deprived of pleasure!