The Downsizing Dozen: Following Your Feet

Here in our new home of communal living, exercise options are abundant. There’s a pool and jacuzzi (about to be closed for the winter), fitness center, and even half a basketball court in addition to the local Y and miles of walking trails and bike paths. Combine that with a tiny amount of storage space in the single-car garage where we fully intend to shelter our vehicle, and you can guess which type of equipment was jettisoned first in our move.

A whole host of balls, bats and mitts was sent away to greener playing fields. One football, the only inflated basketball (for the new court, of course) and our beloved wiffle ball set were kept, as well as my husband’s modest bag of golf clubs to see if he can renew or even revive that particular pastime. If not, then they will follow their obsolete brethren to other well-manicured pastures.

But so far, despite all the tempting new choices, walking remains our main form of exercise. An embarrassing number of cool summer days and a cloudless blue beginning to fall have pulled us from our device screens and out the door. We find our feet wandering into local parks and public areas, or strolling to errands we used to complete by auto, as the soles on our sneakers wear down to a satisfying thinness.

Back in the bad old ‘burbs, walks were limited to a close-minded neighborhood orbit, and shoulder-less local roads became too inhospitable to navigate, even in midmorning’s deserted hours when most everyone had gone off to work and school. Our bikes gathered cobwebs full of possessive spiders while rusting in a spacious two-car garage. To tell the truth, we can’t remember when we sold them, it was so long ago.

Perhaps as we put miles of exhaust behind us and treat our environmental elders with respect, ever-green Santa may reward us come December, and we’ll awaken to discover shiny forms of alternative transportation among nature’s gifts, the chrome of our intentions still un-smudged, and brand-new handlebar tassels glittering in fresh, unpolluted air.

Once a month for the next twelve, I’ll feature another step in the downsizing journey that didn’t just begin when we sold our suburban house and moved to a small walk-up apartment in June of 2014. This shift to a simpler life has been years in the making, and I hope you’ll join me in my family’s quest to get down to basics. My inaugural post entitled Giving It All Away was featured in July, and Make It Stick in August.

13 thoughts on “The Downsizing Dozen: Following Your Feet

  1. Handlebar tassels! What a great detail! I’d forgotten about such things. And I loved “the chrome of our intentions.” (I do hope Santa reads your blog.)
    Your photo does justice to these perfect days — beautiful! It also shows why we should walk; driving really robs us of the chance to admire.

  2. Maybe if you’re extra-good you’ll also get a bell to go with your handlebar tassels and shiny chrome on your new bike!

    I’ve seen quite a few fall photos in my internet travels, and yours takes first place. I love how you captured green, red, yellow, orange, and brilliant blue into one beautiful, evocative picture.

    1. Hello Bonny! I’ll definitely need a bell– how could I forget that, and a nice soft seat for these old bones. Hopefully my husband and I will have wheels by next summer. And it was fun to capture all the colors in the foliage. Thanks for noticing!

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