“Kentucky Fried Movie,” “The Meaning of Life,” “The Gods Must Be Crazy” – I can’t remember which movie has a scene showing a person driving down a short driveway solely to get their mail. Absurd! Preposterous! Who would do such a silly thing?!
Friday, I got home earlier than usual and was walking to my car in preparation to drive to the gym to walk on a treadmill. During the day. When the sun was shining. When the cool temperature held no humidity. Huh. I’m a big fan of the absurd – even when the absurd is me.
Ultimately, I opted to go for a walk in the real world. It was a trade-off, really.
Treadmill: I would have caught up on some inane television show.
Sidewalk: I was able to review and order my thoughts after a chaotic week. Plus, I saw a bunny!
Treadmill: I would have smelled a whole bunch of sweaty people (including myself).
Sidewalk: I enjoyed the perfume of honeysuckle and privet. The breeze ensured that someone else smelled the invisible goatherder that was apparently walking with me.
Treadmill: I could have stopped anytime I wanted.
Sidewalk: I was forced to cowboy up since there was no one to carry me home.
Treadmill: I would have been listening to my playlist.
Sidewalk: I connected with my world.
Since my bias is so cleverly hidden, I’ll just tell you that the sidewalk was the better route. I got to enjoy the sunshine, feel the breeze, see where the Walgreens kitty really lives, hear the birds chirping and the leaves tapping together in the wind. I ended up walking 6.2 miles (thank goodness for the Cardio Trainer app on the phone) and I enjoyed all of the 93 minutes…..well, except those last five.
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