Walk Don’t Run

After my recent “tumble,” I decided to walk rather than run, at least until every sore, aching bone in my body recovers. This may be TMI, but I must have really puckered up on my descent; even my butt cheeks hurt.

I don’t like walking near as much as I love running. There is something about a 5-mile run that leaves me feeling great. Walking 5 miles, not so much. I also enjoy running hills. I love the challenge of standing at the bottom of a steep incline knowing that when I get to the top, I’ll be dancing around like Rocky Balboa. Walking up a hill reminds me of Dorothy and Toto when they realize they‘re not in Kansas anymore.

I know walking is great exercise, I just don’t get the same exhilaration and sense of satisfaction I achieve from running. Even when it’s hot outside and the run is exhausting, it’s still a good run. Walking is just right foot, left foot until I want to throw myself on the ground and roll home. But then again, that’s what got me here in the first place.

P.S. Many thanks to those who read my blog last week and checked in to make sure I was still alive. I may have to add you to my ECN list.