{"id":13032,"date":"2020-10-12T06:09:21","date_gmt":"2020-10-12T13:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=13032"},"modified":"2021-08-23T04:01:52","modified_gmt":"2021-08-23T11:01:52","slug":"weatherford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=13032","title":{"rendered":"Weatherford"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I rise slowly<\/strong> from the comfort of a twin mattress bed, the night is just starting to show signs of reprieve. Legs are slow to respond to movement, and for a brief second I want forego another hike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

Somewhere deep inside me<\/strong>, where cells interlink with cells that interlink to a human nature that has been a part of me since time began. At least since the time of humans that rose from the dirt to walk on two legs and roam upon the land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It is that innate nature<\/strong> of movement that drives me to continue along another trail today. I vanquish the need to conquer any set speed or distance. Akin to the hunter-gatherers before me, and the great migrations of our ancestors, I move because that is what this body is designed to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I am not alone.<\/strong> Although others may not directly feel this connection to our past ancestors, I know others are out there that long for the open road, the path or trail not taken, the freedom of being alone in the wilderness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All things are connected over time and space in this continuum we call life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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