I Hate To Walk
I'm fairly lazy
Hate is a very strong emotion so let’s just say my least favorite thing in the world to do is walk, especially long distances. It’s very tiring and at the end of the walk I’m always ready for a good nap. After four or five miles of trudging along, some major body part usually needs immediate attention so walking is really not something I can look forward to. I’m a fairly lazy individual who would rather do nothing all day. Than why am I the organizer of a walking group that walks all over Long Island? I ask myself that question every time I post a new walking event on my web site which is usually twice a week. The answer always comes back “because it’s good for you”. Walking is good for your health. There’s no getting around it.
There are many excuses you can put forward for not walking. It’s too cold, it’s too hot, I feel a sore throat coming on, it looks like rain, there’s actually something good on TV, I’m tired, I can’t fit through the doorway. All good and legitimate sounding excuses but never the less, just excuses. If I miss a walk I’m consumed with guilt. I have trouble living with myself. This shame is what keeps me walking. You too may need something to help motivate you to get off the couch and put one foot in front of the other. Whether it’s guilt or fear or what ever, just use it to stay active.
The walking group that I walk with also helps to motivate me. There is definitely power in numbers. Walking with a group large or small aides in walking longer distances. You may think you aren’t able to walk four or five miles but when you’re walking while talking with others the miles just fly by. Of course you’ll still be tired afterwards but it’s a dry tired as opposed to a moist tired. There was a time when no one walked just for exercise; they walked out of necessity, it was a major form of transportation. In those days there were very few obese people. You had to plop down $5 at the circus to see one. Now you just have to visit a McBurgerWendyKing.
Since I started walking with a group I’ve logged close 900 miles which is about the distance from New York City, to Jacksonville Florida. Not too shabby for a lazy guy with only a guilty conscience as a motivator. Oh yes, I also use a photo of a fat old guy as an inspiration. He’s brazenly standing on a beach, hands on hips, his belly bulging out over a Speedo bathing suit. It’s my back-up plan when shame just isn’t enough to stir me into action, the photo never fails. I’ve got a good imagination and I can easily picture my head on that fat guy’s body, no need for Photoshop.
There are those who say that after a good walk they’re exhilarated and they feel the adrenalin flowing through their bodies. I’m still waiting for that feeling; actually I feel just the opposite, but I do get the feeling of accomplishment and that’s enough of a high to keep me walking.
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©2012 Lee Zett