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Go for a Walk

Do you ever just go outside and take a walk around the block?  My job keeps me at a desk most of the day.  If I didn’t make a conscious effort to get up and move during the day, my exercise would be walking into my garage, driving to the office, walking the one block from the parking lot to the office, then reversing the process at the end of the workday.

As far back as I can remember, walking has been my therapy.  In some ways, walking is a lifelong friend that I rely on.  When I’m stressed, I walk.  When I’m sad, I walk.  When I’m bored, I walk.  If it’s a beautiful weather day, I walk.  The morning my dad died, I left my parent’s home and walked for a long, long time.  It was a beautiful, sunny, May morning and walking helped me cope a little better with the loss, but just a little.

At one point in my life I was a runner, not competitively, just for health reasons.  I ran a few miles every other day before work.  I loved being outside and many of my friends ran, which often made it a social event.   But, I tired of running, literally and figuratively.  It was a chore to drag myself out of bed and force myself out into the early morning.  There was an element of guilt involved if I turned over and went back to sleep.  I joined a quasi-medical running program with some friends.  We ran during our lunch hour and our vitals and progress were monitored over a few months.  I thought it would help me become more committed to running, but I ended up hating taking a shower mid-day and going back to work, my hair frizzy and my make-up wiped away.  Eventually I just gave up.

But, walking has always been there.  No special shoes, no special outfits, all that’s necessary is the time.  Why this blog about walking?  Because as I walked on my lunch break today it suddenly occurred to me that the scenery I passed, the warmth from the sun and cool breeze that I felt, is what life is all about.  The simple pleasures that cost nothing yet lift our spirits, get our blood circulating, get us up and out and moving, and if we walk long enough, reminds us we don’t usually need more than what we have.

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