Took a walk to Caracas today. Healthy living rule #72 - we can have treats if we walk the two miles each way to get them.
For anyone who thinks they are too tired to exercise
I firmly believe that my mother is only alive today because she has always been a big walker. Before her legs were both broken in 1999 she walked at least 3 miles a day. She kept trying. And even after a broken hip in 2008 she kept trying. And now at 80, after severe dehydration and more than a month in hospital last October/November and more weeks of home therapy she is still trying.
She had to go to the bank today. This meant she had to walk two blocks to the streetcar stop and then walk more than a half mile to the bank. She took a different route home which meant two buses but about one quarter mile of walking.
So I’m just sitting here for a minute, feeling things about this accomplishment.
Walking … is how the body measures itself against the earth.
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| — | Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking |
You can eat what you want … as long as you walk back
Over the weekend, Rick and I went to Dough, a doughnut paradise in Brooklyn. The deal was we could go get doughnuts (I had a blood orange and he had a hibiscus and a cafe au lait) but then we had to walk back into Manhattan via the Manhattan Bridge (see previous post). Total distance about 4 miles (including a couple of other stops along the way I’ll post about later).
