Ok those last two words were totally unnecessary. I’ll give you a minute for a huh and a brief chuckle. Over the years I imagine we have all tried to run for what ever reasons. Weight loss, fitness, an excuse to buy new shoes, to be able to join in lively reparte at a cocktail party, and of course because we are basically pack animals and everyone was doing it. And some actually liked it which still baffles me. But now? Most of those hardcore runners are facing some hardcore truths. Some of those body parts weren’t really made for that constant pounding and are ready for the scrap heap. Hip, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Hip, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and okay you get it. And just try not to continue singing it in your head. Eyes and ears and….. So back to not running. I am finally glad that I didn’t enjoy one second of it and was content to do lots of other fun, physical things that hopefully spared my original pieces and parts while providing some health benefits. I can walk in Forrest Gump’s path and feel great in mind and body afterward. My Fitbit tells me I’ve walked the Paris subway system and from San Fran to Seattle and lotsnlots of other fine destinations but I don’t feel like I’ve abused myself. Although the runners high might have been lacking, the walking got/gets rid of a lot of demons and cobwebs and that is a benefit that isn’t as sexy as a high, but having your original knees has a certain amount of sex appeal. Or maybe I’m still feeling guilty for not running….