Let’s Go for a Walk
I have been exercising four times a week for the past month or so. The boys ride their bikes, and I pull the three girls in a Radio Flyer. I also carry a telescopic tactical baton in its deployed position in case of stray dogs or creepy people. We don’t have a lot of either of the two in this neighborhood, but you never know until you know. And by that time, it’s too late.
We go around the lake, which isn’t really visible from the street where we walk because it’s a private lake. The circumference is suitable for a morning walk (just under a mile), and the scenery is pleasant. To get to the lake, we take the long route. To the lake, around the lake, and back, we travel between two and a half and three miles.
Most mornings, I’m really working hard at a quick pace. I sing the running cadences that we sang in the Army: “A Yellow Bird” and “Hail O Ordnance Corps” are my favorites and the ones that I remember. It’s been 10 years since I sang cadences in formation. But some mornings, I do low-intensity exercise, so I don’t huff and puff so much.
As we come within a quarter mile of our finish line, I pick up the pace to where I’m almost at a jog (but I can’t jog because the wheels on the wagon aren’t built for that speed – and because I hate jogging). Our last tenth of a mile is our cool down period. When we get home, we drink lots and lots of water!
