I love to walk. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t enjoy walking. Sometimes I want to do a Forrest Gump ( I know he ran) and just walk and walk and walk, and then simply stop and say, “I’m going home.” Sadly, I lack that kind of courage, or perhaps my life is just too damn predictable.
Why do I walk? Well, I walk because it’s good exercise; I walk to think, to meditate, to see the world around me and to gain perspective on life; but most of all I walk because it’s the most natural form of human movement known to humankind – something archetypal and primal about it.
For me there’s nothing like striding out on the road, arms swinging, and I don’t mean those deformed kind of bent elbow jerks, but a vigorous and natural swing creating a sense of rhythm that makes you feel you’re in tune with a pulse and a flowing far greater than yourself.
So, apart from all the physical advantages, in my heart of hearts I believe that in some mysterious way the ancient and natural movement of walking keeps the inner life supple, fluid and flexible. So happy walking to those who enjoy it.