How often do I walk or run?
Well… let’s start with the obvious: RUN???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME… LOL. That ship sailed a long time ago. If you ever see me running, you’d better run too, because it means something serious is chasing me.
Walking, though, that’s a different story. I walk continuously all day. Not in some regimented, Fitbit-counting, 10,000 steps or bust way. Just the natural rhythm of moving about, doing what needs doing, letting the legs carry me through the ordinary.
And then there are the real walks, the ones I take in nature, when the mood strikes. No set time, no schedule, no “I must get my heart rate to this or that.” Just me, the earth under my feet, and whatever shows up along the way. Sometimes it’s a breeze carrying the smell of grass. Sometimes it’s a crow giving me the side-eye from a fence post. Sometimes it’s nothing more than the quiet hum of life reminding me that just being here is enough.
There’s something honest about walking. It’s steady. It’s forgiving. It gives you space to notice things outside and things inside. Running always felt like I was chasing something (usually my own breath). Walking feels like I’m arriving.
So, how often do I walk? Every chance I get. And how often do I run? Only in my dreams… or nightmares. I’ll leave the running to the hamsters on their wheels, bless them for their enthusiasm. I’d rather stroll my way to freedom.
Mae🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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