Wednesday, January 23, 2013
In fact, I've grown to see walking as one of the healthiest things I can do for myself. My mood is better. My arthritis is better. I sleep better. I burn calories. I burn stress. I have fun.
My grandpa (on my mother's side) has also spoken to me--rather passionately--that walking is a sort of medicine. He tells me that the people he knows who are his age (he'll be 80 this year) are always complaining about not feeling good and being tired, but that he thinks they just need to get off their butts and move and they'd feel improvement in their quality of life. In fact, this is a common enough sentiment from my grandpa (who I might add travels the world on walking tours ever year--Australia last year--and who climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro in his 60's--or was it 70's?...) that my family had t-shirts made. They say "In the famous words of Lyle: GOYDA (Get Off Your Dead Ass) and Move. " The family plans to wear them at the Governor's Cup run in Helena this year. I don't think I will be able to join them, but I got myself a shirt none the less. I wore it while doing my yoga this morning. My sister Lisa has also seconded this notion of healing walking who regularly walks as a way to minimize arthritis pain in her feet.
Maybe walking doesn't have a healing, transformative effect on everyone, but it sure is a cheap way to feel better for me--body and mind.