One of the ways I get my kicks these days is by indulging in our regular Sunday morning walks. This has not happened recently due to various factors, the most recent of which was a trip to Texas for a wedding. You might think that we would at least be able to escape the cold weather by heading south to Houston, but that was not the case. It was below freezing the morning of the outdoor wedding.
Talking about getting one’s kicks, there is no doubt that social media provides a place for some people to get their kicks from. The number of “hits”, or the number of “likes”, or comments, in response to even some trivial contribution or the other that you make in the online world makes you feel that people are hearing you. Boosting of the ego, sometimes fragile, is part of the whole experience. Even if one professes to believe that they can somehow remove themselves from the grasp of this uniquely human feeling that you can get a kick out of, that goal cannot be achieved in its fullness unless you are in some state of nirvana and completely separated from your worldly self. Thus it is that I look forward to getting my kicks from hits on pbase or kjmusings even though I am completely aware of the fact that all of that means nothing. And if I do not have things that I consider interesting to write or post pictures about, there goes a source of one of the kicks that one gets in life.
I have had more success during the last few weeks getting back on to a different routine that has its own way of providing its own kicks – that of exercising regularly. I am surprised at the effort and discipline it takes these days to make my way to treadmill in the basement even after all these years of having indulged myself in that activity. I also find that I have not yet been able to reach the levels of endurance that I had from my earlier years on the treadmill, when I was perhaps running scared. And age is also perhaps catching up.
Maybe one day I will be able to also get my kicks on Route 66….