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Steve Leitschuh's avatar

When I worked for a living in Minnesota, I ran when I could make the time, and the weather wasn't too awful; running in boots takes some of the fun out of it.

When I moved to Florida, I was in seven heaven. I found I loved running when it was hot and pushed myself to see how many days I could run in a row. When I retired, it became even better. I didn't have to make time to run; I had to make time for doing everything else.

When my health took a turn for the worse, and I could no longer run without coughing my lungs out, everything suffered. I learned that I could see get that runner's high by suiting up and walking at a fast pace. Do I miss pounding the pavement? Hell, Yes! I am just thankful I can get out and push myself, even at a slower pace, and still feel an accomplishment of at least getting out there and not giving up. I could be in a hospital bed or dragging around an oxygen tank to keep me alive. Be thankful you're still alive and not pushing up daisies.

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Ronnie's avatar

I think this ties in perfectly with the Japanese idea of Forest Bathing. The idea of us being in nature, promotes a range of 'good stuff' being produced biologically.

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