Walk with me

Woke up this morning and decided to get up despite the early number my clock had written on its face. I'm not sure what it was that made me get up, it's not like me to be up before nine without a real purpose.
As I looked in the mirror I suddenly decided that I should go for a walk. The dogs really need to be walked and we rarely do so. So I grabbed my Zcoil tennis shoes and the dog's harnesses and leash and before long we were out the door and heading down the street. I don't have a set trail that I walk (as I mentioned, we rarely walk around our neighborhood) so I just decided to see where the sidewalk would take us. We ended up winding our way to the walking trails by the Columbia river and that is where my mind starting churning...
Why do I have such a hard time getting up? Why don't I do this every morning? It's only an hour, just like the gym at night...just an hour to feel so much better than doing nothing at all. Walking along I wondered how I can make the decision to miss out by staying in so often. If I hadn't got up this morning and decided to take this walk I wouldn't have seen the wild irises growing up through the rocks on the river bank. I wouldn't have seen the little old lady with the sweet smile who asked if she could pet the puppies. I wouldn't have seen the giant evergreen tree weeping it's way into a willow, and I wouldn't have discovered the Urban Greenbelt Trail. Just by stepping out the door for an hour...
I hope the me that wakes up tomorrow goes back out to discover more, to breathe in the fresh springy air and try to rediscover life a little bit. What is it about solitude, fresh air and a beautiful morning that makes you suddenly evaluate your life? Maybe if I keep doing this (walking and blogging) I can find my way back to who I used to be. Somewhere I lost something, I'm not sure where and sadly I'm not sure what. But, I lost it. It's got to be around here somewhere! I hope this is the beginning of an adventure. I could really use one.