I don't understand why I am getting stuck when asked to write short personal essays about my walking. Or my walking and writing.
I write about it all the time. I write pieces to be published which are true and are about walking. And often writing. And I complete them.
But recently I've been faced with two separate pieces about my walking and my journey to fitness and. Gulp. Nada. Well, that's not entirely true. I wrote something - at least a beginning. And then, for one, I found myself rambling. Saying the same thing over and over and going nowhere; kind of like now.
The other one is a short "testimonial" type piece, which I'm happy to write and want to write. And. Gulp. What do I say? It's still just me; live; real. But, somehow, the words are elusive and everything I've started sound wooden and artificial.
Stuck. Think I need to sleep now and tackle them again after I've had enough sleep.
And a walk; five miles fast tomorrow - my pace training day.