Ran Right Past It

Yesterday was National Running Day. Since this fact escaped my notice until after posting time, I'm celebrating it now.

In the last year I've become more of a runner in the suburbs than a walker in the suburbs. This has its good points and its bad points. In the plus column, I exercise a little more rigorously and finish a little more quickly.

In the negative column, well, I'm not walking. And walking sets the brain to spinning. It's about the pace. The clip-clop instead of plod-plod. It's about exerting one's self enough to jostle the gray matter — but not so much that huffing and puffing is all I do. Walking gives me a chance to notice things; with jogging I might run right past them.

The best days are when there's time for a run and a walk.  One for the body and one for the soul.