The seemingly purposeless walking, day after endless day for some nebulous health benefit, some reward that is so infinitesimal, so gradual, that they it can barely be perceived on any given day would be so easy to give up. So easy. If I hear myself saying, “I am too busy today, I’ll go tomorrow,” my antennae will go up, high up. Up sufficiently high enough to greet a Martian.
I know I say it frequently. I said it yesterday. I think it is so important I am going to say it again today…
I need to do my walking.