GET UP, GET OUT, GET MOVING!
“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it….
“But by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill….If one just keeps on walking everything will be all right.”
— Soren Kierkegaard.
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I love walking, and your post makes me want to get up and go, right now. However, I think I’ll go to bed, get some rest, and walk tomorrow. I’m glad I visited here tonight.
Hope the weather smiles on you!
I’m persuaded this is the best advice for health and longevity.
You’re preaching to the choir! Walking certainly preceded gyms and physical trainers as a method for maintaining health and longevity. Indeed, at one time it may have been a mandatory method, since it also preceded all forms of transportation, including (probably) the horse. 🙂
I love the idea of moving to get into life. I find that working out does that for me. And walking is great (weather permitting 🙂 ).
Hear, hear!!! 🙂 🙂
Sounds good, even inspirational, but, aggravatingly, no longer an option–for one who was always an avid walker, and has countless happy memories of hiking some trail in the mountains or through woods. Or even a humble, often muddy, footpath across English fields, from one village to another–destination, the village pub!
It’s not my fake hips that stop me–they are both splendidly pain-free–but 84-year-old muscles have not forgiven the beating they took during surgery (even after extensive, and very boring physical therapy), which makes walking –real walking– uncomfortable.
But I count my blessings, walk as much as I can, and spend happy hours reminiscing about the happy hikes of our younger years–envying Kierkegaarde, who seems to have been blessedly arthritis-free.
I think the “walk as much as I can” part is key. I too have a “fake” hip (I call it my bionic one), and had the extensive and boring physical therapy, but I think I can do almost as much walking as I used to be able to do, given other physical problems (in my case cardiovascular). But then I never actually “hiked.” (Mountains? Forget it!) As for muddy humble English fields, I once took a five-minute “stroll” on the heath behind the Bronte parsonage in Haworth, holding up the tourist bus while I accomplished this, and I was panting for ten minutes afterwards. You English are hardy souls!
The next time you feel like “walking as much as you can,” ring me up. It sounds as if we might be able to hobble along at about the same pace together!