Over the last few years I've found it harder and harder to get out of the house. I've been getting better recently, but it's still a struggle sometimes. All this week I had been planning to go out today. All the way through breakfast and dragging bear to school I was making sort of apologies to myself and little excuses. I had planned to pick up a house warming present, walk in Roundhay Park and go to a service at Leeds Minster.
I was sort of wondering if I could just get something from Amazon for the housewarming, but it would have been too late. Then I thought I could wander in to Leeds, pick up a candle for the housewarming present but perhaps just come home. Or I could go in later and pick up the candle and then go to the service and come home. I actually went to Roundhay Park. I actually followed through. When I got there I was thinking I could just go on this little path and then back to Leeds centre, or just do this little walk and then back. I walked, albeit slowly, for a good hour. I saw a tree carved into a totem pole
I walked through woods like cathedrals
I also walked through a fake ruined stone keep, built at the beginning of the nineteenth century
All the above pictures taken today by me.
I got to the service and everything. I'm concerned that I am aching. I shouldn't be. I am seizing up from lack of movement, so I plan to do more. However it's one of the biggest wins I've had for a while. I planned something, didn't feel like it, did it anyway.
Bear is worried about the cross country. Thank you for listening to me boast and the messages of support. It's really apreciated. He is not sure he can manage it. I have told him that it doesn't matter if he comes last as long as he does his best. I'm sure he'll be fine.