I’m going to come right out and say it.
I’m an addict.
I can’t get enough of it.
It makes me feel so damn good.
My family is hooked too.
Normally we don’t have to travel more than a minute up our road to get our fix, but our side of town hasn’t received a good supply of the white stuff yet.
Luckily there’s a decent supply on the northside. So Kai, Cheryl and I load up our SUV and travel a good half hour two to three times a week to get our fix. Yesterday morning was no exception. With coffee and hot chocolate in hand, we travelled in our warm and cozy vehicle, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
Finally, we reach our destination. The supply is good and it comes as no surprise that many others are out to get their fix as well.
Kai finds his group and away he is swept. Cheryl meets a friend and off they go to get their fix. I’m going it alone today.
It doesn’t take long.
As soon as I start moving I feel it.
There it is.
Being in the moment.
I come to the realization that I’m not just addicted to cross country skiing, I’m addicted to moving outside, breathing and being in the moment.
On the drive to our destination yesterday morning, when lost in my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but feeling a pange of guilt. The same guilty feeling I often feel that comes with living a life of privilege. I’m acutely aware of my privilege and know my son is incredibly lucky to have opportunity far beyond the reach of many. I’m trying to make him realize that too.
All kids need an escape.
All kids need a release.
All kids need to feel good.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, particularly in my new role as a school guidance counsellor.
How can we help all kids “get high” regardless of circumstance?
What if walking became the new gateway drug for kids?
What if all children were taught to practice a daily routine of walking every day…one that was as familiar and important as brushing their teeth?
What would the impacts be?