Let me begin with the assertion that I am not an outdoorsy kind of person. Unless of course, the “outdoors” to which you’re referring involves a beach in Hawaii, a good book and an unimpeded view of the hot local hanging ten on a gnarly wave. Nor am I, by any stretch of the imagination, an active kind of person. In high school, I opted to take Air Force J.R.O.T.C. instead of gym to avoid the certainty that my grade in gym would affect my G.P.A. in much the same way that the iceberg affected the Titanic. More recently, when consulting with my doctor on my quest to lose weight, he suggested that I walk for exercise. When I told him that I don’t like walking, he said, “Trust me. You’ll learn to like it.” Jerk. I hate it when he’s right.
So, I bought decent shoes and began walking. At first it was just up the street and back. That’s all I could handle. But ever so slowly, I began to walk faster and for a longer period of time. It was fantastic. No children. No housework. No deadlines. No stress. Just me and the outdoors.
Then I got this crazy thought – maybe I could get better results in less time by sprinkling an easy jog here and there in my walk. I bought cheap running shoes and gave the Couch to 5K plan a try only to discover that I can run for a minute or so without dying. I also learned the importance of a really good jogging bra, but that’s another story.
Now, when I go for a walk or a run, it has almost become of form of meditation for me. It is impossible for me to not be in the moment and while my body does it’s thing, my mind is free to wander where it will. Inspiration has quietly become my companion on many occasions and I’ve started to truly notice my surroundings in a completely new way.
I want to share with you a few of the things I’ve seen just in my own neighborhood.
If you are suffering from the same “Ziggy Syndrome” (too short for your weight) as I was, take my doctor’s advice: “Trust me. You’ll learn to like it.”
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going for a walk.