During my recovery from pseudo-sciatica, I really missed my walks. It was good for my blood glucose and physical health generally. Yet, I think it was the mental or psychological boost that I missed the most. Walking is good for my soul you see.
It helps if you live in a good geographical setting. I’ve been lucky over the years to live in areas with some pretty good surroundings.
Looking back, however, I realise I was always able to find nearby places that gave my soul a boost (at least in adulthood). Even areas that were built up and far from the countryside had their charms:
In any event, we’re made to walk. This was one of the big takeaways I got all those years ago from reading Mark Sisson. I can’t really explain the psychological boost I get. I need to be off rambling for at least an hour before I feel it. Perhaps it’s because I’ve got my heart beat up a bit from the walk, but around that time, I stop and drink in the scenery and conclude life is pretty good. Maybe it’s just a part of human nature.
I also come up with good ideas whilst walking. If something is bothering me or if I have a problem to solve, a two or three hour stroll often helps me come up with a solution. This is a tried and true technique going back to Aristotle.
I went for a ninety minute walk the a couple of weeks ago whilst I was still on the mend. Fortunately, I didn’t aggravate my left glute and had a really fun time. Now that the holidays have arrived, I’ve got a bit more time to get out rambling. I’ll be out there today, even though the weather looks pretty miserable. It’s still far better than sitting on my arse indoors.