Walking the Electrical Path

I had gotten used to walking. Especially when I was staying downtown, I walked everywhere, and it was wonderful. I'd lost quite a bit of weight and it just felt good. Over the last several months that got downplayed quite a bit to only walking a mile or two every day. Now it has dropped to literally nil. I sit in front of a computer working on projects, browsing, learning, socializing, then I wander off to eat, come back and do all the aforementioned again. Very repetitive and wearing. My body is screaming for yesterday. So, today i took the initiative and, rather than go for a walk outside, I tackled the treadmill at my mother's.

Treadmills are good for--well, honestly I can't think of a real reason to use one. There's an aesthetic beauty found in taking walks... long, long walks. It can soothe and quench and tame and ignite everything in the mind, body, and (eh) spirit; streets, trails, parking lots, alleys... it's all wonderful. You smell things you've never smelled, see things you'd never notice otherwise; everyone of the senses begins living again. A treadmill however is not enjoyable. It's walking without moving and that's just stupid-ridiculous. Loud, humming, and vibrating... the treadmill was just unpleasant. With all of the negatives stated, however, it did feel good. I was nearly running on the damned thing for an hour(and Trench don't run, bitches!) . I feel great.

I plan on doing this twice daily while I can. See, I'd go for real walks but ghetto dogs (mostly pit bulls), they tend to want to eat my face and, well, I'm just not down with that. :)