Good morning to all! I hope everyone had a great weekend. For those of us on the east coast, that was a pretty miserable attempt at a June weekend, but what can ya do. I for one got massive amounts of spring cleaning, laundry, cooking and reading done. If you are looking for an awesome read, check out Cutting For Stone. I am 500 pages in and have a hard time putting it down. In more important news, BRUINS WIN TO FORCE A GAME 7! This has to be one of the top Stanley Cup Playoff finals in history. Seriously. I am so jazzed for tomorrow night, but also a little anxious because the Bruins have completely sucked in Vancouver during the series. Like...how do you win by 5 goals in Boston and then go scoreless on the road and manage to lose every game by a last minute defensive fail? They need to pretend that Vancouver is Boston, but I realize the challenge because Canadians suck. [kidding. sort of ]
Also, I couldn't be happier with the NBA title going to the Mavs. I am SO tired of egotistical Lebron walking around like he owns the world. The King? I'm pretty sure any sort of "king" wouldn't dog the 4th quarter like he did game after game in the series. I was like...grinning from ear to ear watching him lose. It is exactly what he deserves after the public embarassment of 'the decision' [which is a great example of what is wrong with this country]. It is time that he learns a little class, if that is possible at this point. Anyway, I was so happy for the Mavs and what an awesome series to watch. Sports have given us a pretty stellar past month.
After talking about the intensity of hockey and basketball playoff series, I want to bring us back to the topic of the day...walking! Walking has always been an interesting activity to me. As a child and young adult, I thought walking was the worst activity known to man. Walking for fun? Why would you ever do that? My life revolved around a couple hours of intense organized sporting activity, followed by a lot of sitting. I always joke that high level athletes are the laziest creatures on this planet. They focus all their physical energy into 3 hours a day, and then feel victimized if they are required to move for the duration of the day. I 100% lump my [former] self into that category. Throughout college, I maintained that the 1 mile walk to and from the track was the worst part of the day. Why should I have to walk 1 mile so that I can work my ass off at the track and in the weightroom? LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!
I would spend my time at home in the summer and over the holidays, constantly being asked by my father to go on a walk, go hiking, just get moving. I would bitch and moan that I ALREADY did my workout. Wahhhhhh. Call the wahhhhmbulence [dad's personal favorite phrase for my wimpy attitude]. It took me 23 years...but I finally get it. I finally understand why walking is an incredible activity. You can walk for hours and hours, you really digest your surroundings, you enjoy the outdoors, and you get from place to place on your own two legs. One of my good friends enjoys walking home from work during the nice part of the year [so appx 2 months in Boston]. It takes her about 2 hours from start to finish. I figured if she could do it...I could do it.
I live a measly 3.2 miles from work, which takes about 55 minutes at a good pace. I started a couple weeks ago by walking home from work, with no schedule, no deadline, just enjoying the walk. Now that I have walked home a handful of times, I figure, why not walk TO work also? As a result of a couple exciting life changes in the past week, I have a lot of energy in this body of mine. Good anxiety I like to call it. Whatever you want to call it, I am having a hard time sitting still. So fastforward to yesterday morning, I hop on the T and I make it approximately 30 seconds before I needed to get the f*** off that train. First of all, MBTA, do you KNOW WHAT AIR CONDITIONING IS? It was like 80 and humid on this train. I don't understand how no one else is sweating. Regardless, I just couldn't stand still. Even if it was a perfect 68 and nice cool air blowing on my face, I knew I wasn't going to make it past my first stop. So I got off at my first opportunity and just started walking. I arrived at work 45 minutes later, a much happier person. The ability to move my legs, enjoy the fresh morning air, and get myself to work is a wonderful feeling. So today I skipped the nasty T experience all together and walked from my apartment. Glorious. A little spin class to start the day following by a nice hour long walk to work.
You can walk ANYWHERE! While I don't necessarily consider it excercise, I think of walking as a form of transportation, it is a great activity for your health. Why sit on a train when you can move your own caboose? Get walking!!!
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