By the end of August, friends had stopped inviting me to lunch. This lifestyle change was hard to accept for social, financial, and physical reasons. For example, I began having to issue my own invitations, pay for my lunch or even treat, and not only that, I also lost ready-made opportunities to travel by foot. The frequent lunch dates had propelled me into a regular two-mile walk, one mile to get to a restaurant and one to return home, and now these had come to a dead halt. In an earlier blog I also talked about walking to “take care of business,” which I was thinking could supplement or even replace the lunch walks. The latter — which became Plan B– still works occasionally, if I have to take a check to the bank or go to the post office, but there is no way I can get enough exercise through errand-walking. The main obstacle, as it turned out, is that some days I may have five or more errands, two going one direction and three going another, and on other days have no errands and no reason to leave home.
Once I realized that Plans A & B were failing, I decided I just needed to walk two miles a day and not be concerned about accomplishing anything else at the same time. A comment on my earlier blog by Dick Clark, an educator and local blogger, led me to the book, The Circumference of Home, One Man’s Yearlong Quest for a Radically Local Life. The author, Kurt Hoelting, chose to travel by foot, kayak, bicycle, and occasional public transportation based on the realization that his own carbon footprint on earth was sizable, largely due to air travel. He challenged himself to see if he could make a significant personal change, at least for one year. What interested me most about the book was Hoelting’s research on walking and our history as a species. He cited scientists, philosophers and poets to make his case, reporting that, “Walking preceded and made possible our extraordinary abilities to make and to think, rather than the other way around.” He argued that walking has been the mode of transportation for Homo sapiens for thousands of years and is still a common way of getting around in many other parts of the world, and that traveling everywhere in planes or cars disconnects us from the natural world. He also said that Jean-Jacques Rousseau “enshrined walking as an end in itself,” when in earlier eras walking had only been viewed as a way to get from here to there.*
I took to heart the notion that my body was made for walking and have covered at least two miles daily for about three weeks. Recently, a physical therapist told me that I had to improve my posture so my neck wouldn’t jut out and my shoulders wouldn’t round forward. (I’m paying for all those years of ignoring my mother’s admonitions to stand up straight.) I try to carry out the therapists’ directions to pull in my neck and push back my shoulders while I follow my usual walking course, even though the unnaturalness of holding these positions remind me of Frankenstein’s monster’s stiff, jerky movements. (His “father” didn’t give him any choice about standing up straight when he created him.)
It will be obvious that I haven’t yet viewed walking as an end in itself, as I ponder the following: Will I get skinny? How long before I have more energy and feel stronger? How soon before I have overcome 40 years of slumping and jutting? Not knowing any of the answers, I guess I’ll just have to keep walking to find out.
Doing yoga has helped me with improving my posture. I hope you can get back soon. I miss you.
I walked to lunch today, by myself. I’ve had three lunch dates in a row with friends, so it was nice to have a date with myself to walk and read. As it turned out, rain started pouring down as I was getting into the second section of the New York Times, and continued to pour down while I finished my salad and apple crisp. I was the only customer at The Boarding House at Gilman Village, and wondered if the staff would let me stay until the rain stopped. Then I decided that walking home in the rain would or could be a pleasant experience, and it was. Being the only customer allowed me to listen in on the employee conversation in the other room but I decided to leave when the discussion turned to wages and hours. Here in Issaquah the salmon have returned and the geese are flying in long formations. I doubt that walking to The Boarding House for a huge salad and apple crisp will result in weight loss, but I liked the rain walk anyway.
thanks for the link — walking is indeed good. I figure I have 26 years of walking for about 2 miles a day for an average of 6 days a week — maybe figuring out where I could have walked to in all that time would be a good problem for whatever they are calling the most recent state tests