Thursday, March 07, 2002
12:12 PM
I hate walking. It's the probably the only exercise I'm capable of. I feel like I'm doing it wrong. My bones are in the wrong place or my muscles aren't wrapped around them in the right way. I saw something on television years ago about walking 'robots' made my artists, that either staggered forward and in circles in lurching motions or wandered aimlessly on the spot, going nowhere. I feel like one of them: not actually perfected to the task, actual utility only given a nod. It gets worse when I know there are people looking at me. I feel it all going wrong, all the too-short footfalls, my legs ranging out on thier own, my hunched posture. I prefer walking in the mornings as the sun's just coming up. There's less people around then and I don't feel so much like a freak.
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