I start out my mornings (sometimes in the dark) looking at these steps. It’s a bit hard to tell from this picture, but it’s four steep flights that snake between houses to take you to the next street (I live in a hilly location). Once you cross that street above, there is yet another set of flights to the next street. And then the next. Crazy, huh? Nobody knows exactly why they were put there beyond the convenience of moving around the hills in the area. They go up and down all over, narrow “secret” paths that can take you to a friend’s or neighbor’s or even down to the little “village” that makes up our downtown.
Lots of people use them to get in their daily exercise. They are killer, frankly. I used to run them occasionally, before I broke my leg and had surgery. Now I’m just happy I’m back to walking them. Every day. They are the beginning of my hour-long very brisk morning walk. The plan is to work up to doing them at the end of each walk, not just at the beginning. Like I said, I sometimes do them early enough that it’s still dark (where every skittering noise makes you think you’re about to encounter a skunk, fox, or coyote, all of which I’ve seen during my morning stroll), but these days we’re starting a bit later due to carpool issues.
Yes, I said “we.” Thank God.
We have a changing posse that does the walk. This is from yesterday and it’s “M” and “P” who didn’t want their names or faces shown and had huge objections to their behinds being on camera but indulged me. They are two of the most reliable of the walking crew and lucky me, they drive to my house in order to get this vigorous walk in every day! I’m so grateful and it also means that I can’t just decide I’m too lazy to go…my friends are knocking on my door!
Many things are discussed and solved during our expeditions: behavioral problems with children, husbands, and my plots at the top of the list. We also discuss fashion, TV shows, and what we’re going to make for dinner that night. I love my walking buddies.
But here’s the thing. We do walk ‘n’ talk. And these steps, as I said, snake between houses. Just recently we saw new signs put up. I think they’re aimed at us. That little brown sign on top of the walking man says: “DON’T DISTURB THE NEIGHBORHOOD. PLEASE BE COURTEOUS WHILE USING THESE STAIRS.” I guess the neighborhood got tired of hearing me asking questions like “So he’s just got her into bed. What would he do next?”
Do you exercise with buddies? Or knit with them? Have a standing coffee date with your girlfriends where you can spill what’s bothering you? Tell me what you like to do with your posse. Two lucky commenters will win an advance copy of my upcoming book, BEACH HOUSE NO. 9.