I've become a big fan of walking.
Not that long ago, I would have scoffed at the idea. I would have been angered at losing a parking spot near the store, lugging my chair the length of a soccer field to watch a game, or forgetting something in that parked car after walking inside the store or out to the soccer field, so unwilling was I to walk.
I imagined that other people, unfortunate people, walked. If I had to walk a mile in your shoes to get to know you, we would have remained strangers. The lucky, successful, and happy people got to drive and park close. I envied the handicapped their blue parking tags.
My joy of walking came organically. I noticed that walking made me feel better. I was happier having walked. It started over the past fifteen years primarily through a parking situation that required me to criss-cross the city to balance two contract positions. Once I got over the self-pity, I realized that walking wasn't bad, even in winter, or even in the rain.
Before I bore you any further, the real gem I have to share is this wonderful video from YouTube wherein a doctor and an illustrator with bad-ass whiteboard skillz explains why half an hour of walking a day can make a huge difference. See the video 23 1/2 hours a day at this link. It is illuminating.
Even before I saw that video, I was convinced that a good walk is a fine thing. It gave me an excuse to return to the golf course; my incurable mediocrity led me to banish myself, but I will now venture out for a round if only because it is a fine walk even if you lose your balls.
I make a point of walking at lunch to get my food. It reminds me that our ancestors spent hours every day wandering through forest, over plain, and up and down hills to gather food. So a thirty minute walk to the coffee shop for a sandwich is both nothing and something at the same time. It's nothing compared to what the human body is capable of achieving, but something substantial enough to make a difference in both the immediate and long-term quality of our life.
The video I mentioned earlier was a blessing, like asking the mirror on the wall who is the cleverest of all, and seeing your own reflection in the glass. It's nice to know that walking has great benefit.
So when you walk, I'll only suggest that you walk like you mean it. It's not a race, and I do wonder if "power walkers" shouldn't just go for a jog. But, when I see someone walking so slowly that a stiff breeze is enough to halt their progress, I want very much to kick them in the ass and tell them to watch the YouTube video about the benefits of walking before it's too late.
* Mickey Hadick is quipster that seems to have an opinion about everything. He was born in Cleveland in the year of the last championship for the Browns, and, like the Browns, things have been downhill ever since. Hope springs eternal for some; for the rest, there's the blog of Mickey Hadick: www.mickeyhadick.com.
PS...My thanks to Mickey for being the first guest blogger. I work with Mickey and he makes me laugh (on purpose) every time I see him. He is quick witted, hilarious, creative, supportive and has a savant mind for TV shows and their associated trivia. I'm grateful to have Mickey's support both professionally and personally. Thank you again, Mickey!