For three months now, I’ve spent five days a week walking 4 miles a day on the farm. It takes me about 58 to 68 minutes and I’ve lost about 25 pounds. I feel enormously better and I’ve beaten back the need for one of three hypertension medicines I take. Two more to go..
For some of you this is such basic stuff, and I apologize for making obvious observations, but I never got the “physical activity” gene. Even though I grew up loving golf and running and tennis, I never really defined myself by them and so, day to day, physical activity just seemed like an elective course, not one of those required for graduation.
There is a loveable boredom in the thing, which might explain why it didn’t seem important to me early in my life. Walk. Sweat. Concentrate on your feet, depressions in the road, sprinklers.
I found myself doing odd math. “This is the second of three major hills I must walk today,” or “I will only walk this flat stretch one more time today, and the, at the end of that, I will have coffee and email,” or “the lower half of the figure 8 loop is 0.4 miles, so I must be at 2.88 right now..”
I even memorized the first three Psalms, and then took to listening to the Ventures. When you are walking by the strawberry fields, to the theme from Hawaii 5-0 or “Walk, Don’t Run” it makes the morning feel like some high level espionage mission. I’m not just walking. I’m on a mission to save the world.
“You look better,” a friend told me.
Come and get me. We live while we live.
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This post was written by Jim Riley