I went for a walk today, about 2 1/2 miles. A little before midway on the walk, there's a Starbuck's. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but Starbuck's has a brownie, and God, it's good.
Right away you're thinking, "That brownie just undid your entire walk!" That would be true if the simple burning of calories was the only benefit of a walk. But a walk also strengthens the legs, the lungs, and the heart.
And then there are the pleasures of a walk. Now I have to admit that, when it comes to scenery, I live in a boring neighborhood. The houses were all built at the same time, and there are only three types. The walk consists of a ranch, a Cape Cod, a colonial, a ranch, a Cape Cod, a colonial, and so on.
But along the way, you might see a pretty girl. And along the way, you might see a beautifully restored 1957 Chevrolet. I am a man who loves great art, but neither a pretty girl nor a '57 Chevy has ever been matched for beauty.
Then there's the old man's reverie, in which he drives a '57 Chevy full of pretty girls. It could happen, right?
Years ago, I was a runner, and running was a joy. I've always given walking short shrift, as rather a dull pursuit in comparison. A few weeks ago, I thought I might giving running another try. But I'm 20 pounds heavier now, and almost as many years older. I found my little jog to be unpleasantly punishing to the knees.
When you discover running will never be the pleasure it once was, a walk is sweet.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
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