Saturday Nights all right for....walking

I have great inconsistency, when I am under stress , like the last 3 weeks.
I won't go on to be specific about the "stress" cuz that may as well be a separate blog,
Great walk with my great walking partner, the dog, she has been crashed on the floor for
an hour and a half - post walk.

In summation there has been less exercise which would help deal with the stress, so the stress has occupied my time and head space resulting in me not doing the stuff which would help me the most.

45 min walk with a 5 minute cool down and a couple of explosive bursts early to get the heart rate up. An observation, you can go through live and only see what is in front of you with out bothering to respond. There was a young woman running tonight. Not exercising. Running to the bus stop. Rummaging thru her backpack once she got there, to find a lighter to light her joint. At this point I went by her. I thought I could stop and maybe listen, she had a water bottle, she was prepared.

I kept going, I could have let her pet the dog. Relieve her stress, maybe.... I went to the intersection, while waiting to cross. I thought I could have given her a hug, but what if she was running from an abusive guy or from home where affection is neither appreciated nor accepted.

I kept looking back and once I crossed the street I kept checking till I went by on the opposite side. Don't worry I have already thought about the Good Samaritan story. There she was on her cell phone waving 1 hand in the air, gesturing wildly, anger - frustration, the waft of he smoke was making it across the road.

Even when I passed her I kept looking back but all I could between the vehicle lights was a figure who was bigger than her back pack, very determined to get on a bus, or anything to get out of where she was. It was her choice after all, she did not look any older than my daughter.
She was sitting on the ground, like her back pack, somebody's discarded luggage? Or keeping a low profile to not be easily seen.

I'll never know. Oh at that intersection my dog really wanted to get to a smell and jumped right out of her chest harness. I thought it was impossible, but she stood there by the traffic whizzing by totally free. Just like the girl was trying to do - be free.

Clipped the leash to the normal collar after barking at the dog to stay. Finished my walk stayed up beat. Stayed walking fast with the beat. She did look like she could handle herself. It was not a cheap back pack. I hate rationalizing inaction.

Good luck girl and God bless, I pray for your protection and may learn you are never alone, He is singing over you and his angels.... closer than the smoke that curls from your lips and clings to your hair and shirt before it wanders away, ya see he never leaves you or forsakes you.