Walking as an exercise form wasn’t made for this Witch. In fact, if you are the kind of person who likes to walk in the woods (or around interesting streets) and just get there, I advise you to never take me or the Little Princess as walking partners. We are animal watchers, rock pickers, stick gatherers… you name it, and we’ve probably stop to examine it (or then dragged it home with us).
That was one of the reasons why I was so worried when my (torturer) doctor said that I had to walk for cardio, and not run. New tests of my sexy body have revealed that I can run, just not too fast. And that’s okay with me, for this witchy spring chicken’s bones aren’t all that willing to pound the pavement these days.
So about my nonexistent walking discipline… Because I’ve always been a runner, I need to do a whole lot of walking for my body to feel like it’s getting exercised. I have to walk for about an hour and a half, at constant speed, to get any real results. If I walk on the side of the road or by a shopping center, I can do this easily—I don’t care for shops… Unless, we are talking about book shops, if that’s the case, then you lost me again.
Anyway, yesterday, I walked about 45 minutes, on the side of the road, and got bored out of my skull. So I took a detour. Let’s go check out the residential roads, I said to myself, maybe walk next to the tree line. Everything was well, until I saw cool stuff!
A root that looks like an interesting insect…
… a bunny! I mean, can you really blame me? Wouldn’t you stop for a cute fat bunny?
Oooh, a pod! I must come back in a couple of days to see it’s open…
Singing birdies! “You are so cute. You know you are, too, don’t you?” *whistles at the birds*
Fire hydrants in the wild *hehehe, yes, I’m easily amused, and distracted…*
The carcass of what urbanites know as a baseball, now returned to nature *cough, cough*
I battled this root, but she refuse to give up her pretty rock. “Fine, Señora Selfish, you win!”
“Look, babe,” I said to my Piano Man, the other day. “Mushrooms! Aren’t they perfect? I wish I had my camera.” I pouted until he reminded me that he had his phone (see? My lack of walking discipline is nurtured by loved ones… totally irresponsible, but sooo adorable).
But look at these pretties, my Luvs. So cute, growing wildly out of on an uprooted tree… ;-)
Nope, this Witch wasn’t meant for walking (as an exercise). And according to my body, the same applies to running fast these days. So, I’ve been mixing it up a bit: I do some Bachata dancing, I do a little running, I do my daily thirteen… and hope they keep my Mind, Body and Soul in shape ;-)
What are you doing to stay hot for your favorite jeans, and healthy enough to devour a quart of the yummiest of all ice creams without having to wonder if your heart is going to explode?Share |