It Didn’t Feel Like Anything

Unforced Movement
Moving without trying to improve anything.

I went out today without a reason.

Just something to do.

I thought I would let my legs walk.

Random music.

No intent.

No exploring.

Just movement for a bit.

I started on the hill near our place.

The same one I always take first.

I decided to do five laps.

That used to mean something.

When we first moved here, even one lap was hard.

The altitude.

The steps.

Stopping to catch my breath.

Trying to keep the anxiety down.

Five laps felt far away then.

Now I just started walking.

Lap one.

Lap two.

Nothing really stood out.

I found a roll of electrical tape on the ground.

Unused.

I picked it up.

Kept it.

Just in case.

There were a few other people walking nearby.

All around my age.

I wondered for a moment if they were bored too.

Or if they had a reason.

Then that passed.

I kept walking.

Five laps.

No moment of finishing.

No one noticing.

Including me.

That felt different.

I could breathe fine.

My body felt a little stronger.

But it didn’t feel like something I achieved.

Just something that happened.

That seemed like enough.