I’m also a big, big walker. I love walking. There is nothing that I love more than getting up at the crack’o’dawn, and grabbing my dog and my daughter and greeting the morning. My daughter and I hold hands, talking, not talking, breathing in nature, listening to the birds waking up with the morning and feeling oxygen cascading into our bodies. Waking up. Aaaahhh. Without my 2 -3 miles a day, I feel it — in my energy and in my muscles.
Doesn’t that make you feel like going for a walk? Not a subliminal message, by any means, but I’d love to know if you end up going for a walk over the weekend.