Being in my 50s, I have lived through countless health and fitness–aerobics-jogging -wellness-yoga-zumba (plus about 15 more I haven’t included) crazes, each with its own special fashion accessories and miracle equipment. The oldest such machine I can remember was the butt vibrating belt of the 1960s – the mothers of some in my circle of friends had them. Even as a kid, this piece of equipment made me suspicious. I started monitoring my Suburban neighborhood but found no evidence of any butt shrinking generally going on.
I did dabble in this or that craze over the years. There was some jogging done, I remember, at least until that day a bug flew in my mouth and I realized how much I hated panting and sweating. The one Weight Watchers meeting I attended during my fat phase of high school was enough for me to decide that food intake could never be important enough to justify such detailed and constant monitoring. I discovered that frequent use of the bathroom scale led only to misery. Around the same time, I heard an interview with a doctor who said 30 minutes of physical activity each day, 5 of which have the heart pumping faster, are sufficient. It was what I wanted to hear and so I listened. Sports and diets were officially for other people.
My current daily physical fitness routine was established in June 1989 with the arrival of Dog One and has not changed substantially since. In earlier days, the walks varied a lot in length and the route chosen. In the past five or six years, though, I have always had an older dog with less stamina to walk, so 99 times out of 100, it has just been “around the cornfield”. So here’s the walk I have done roughly . . . 5000 (?) times (- and thanks to Lyart, who joined me today and took some of the pictures):