Every day, usually early morning, I go on a several-mile walk, typically around our neighborhood, which offers plenty of nice scenery (especially around Lake Lanier) and (gasp) many serious hills. Since last January, I haven't missed a day of putting in at least two and a half miles, usually more like three to five miles. After forty years of working a desk job with only occasional bouts of serious exercise (usually while geocaching on weekends), since I retired, I've decided not to settle for a sedentary lifestyle and suffer the likely attendant health complications. The exercise has done wonders for my blood sugar, cholesterol, blood pressure (though this past election has hiked it back up higher than it oughta be), and all that good stuff.
It wasn't very cold this morning, but the misty precipitation made it a bit damp. Still, there was a nice atmosphere out there — almost eerie — which I augmented by playing some mellow, Hearts-of-Space-type music along the way. It's supposed to turn into real rain tomorrow, which may mean I'll be hoofing it around the house most of the day. It's nowhere near as enjoyable as the out of doors, but I've had to do it plenty of times. The biggest challenge is avoiding tripping over cats.
Happy trails.
