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Walk Talk #5—Walking (a Little Too) Proud
Posted by Walk Talk on April 2, 2007 - 9:00am.
I love to walk. Not only that, but I'm pretty good at it. In fact, scratch that—I didn't want to sound too bold, but why hide from the truth? I am a great walker. Truly gifted. Not only am I quick, but I'm agile. I can dodge. You see that huge slow-moving elderly fellow with two grocery bags, how he's taking up the whole sidewalk? No problem. That lady surrounded by an army of children, all of them darting about at random? I'm not even remotely concerned. I pass them all without any of them even noticing, then I effortlessly hop over a pile of dog crap to top the maneuver off. I'm the Sandy Koufax of walking; while young observers sit in awe of my speed, older folks can't get over my astounding precision.
"How," you may ask, "did you get to be such an incredible walking talent?" Well, the truth is, I'm simply a natural. Ever since childhood, walking has been the mode of transportation for me—they wouldn't let me drive, bikes were scary, and running, well, who has the energy? But walking! Walking got me anywhere I needed to go. Sometimes it took a little longer, sometimes I showed up covered in mud, but I always got there.
So, when we here at LIME began talking about the Walk Out, I was bursting with excitement. To warm-up, I walked in place at the office, secretly repeating, "left, right, left, right," over and over again in my head rather than listening to the meetings I was in. I walked around in tiny circles in my shower. Every morning before leaving the house, I tied and untied my shoes three times.
This was all great practice, but I knew I wouldn't really need it. Now that the Walk Out has started, my passion has been more than enough to keep me moving. I'm doing really well, and I'm loving it. I've walked from my apartment over the Brooklyn Bridge, through all of lower Manhattan to the LIME office. I've gone out for lunch time strolls, and I've refused bus rides to the grocery store or a friend's house and hoofed it instead.
Truth be told, I'm majorly under-reporting my walking minutes. If I entered my actual walking time, there wouldn't be any of the 24,900 miles left for anybody else, and the Walk Out would be over. And that's a thought I can do without.
Josh
Brooklyn, NY
Mr. Jackson, I hereby formally dare you to walk all 24,900 miles by yourself. Kindly respond if you choose to accept my challenge.
Miss C
If you only knew.
What do you think I do when I leave the office every night? I follow the sun around the planet, of course.
Congratulations Josh, there is nothing wrong with being bold,
I'm quite proud of myself also, but that's another story.
Keep walking!!!
When the Walk Out is over, I may suggest another one to the LIME team. Maybe something where we have to walk to the moon or something like that...
Challenges? Well, I wear out shoes like you wouldn't believe.
You're just afraid of subway strap cooties.
I'm not yet to publicly own up to that fear.
Yet.
Ah...the walk out is killing me!! I love to walk but I broke my foot in Feb. When I'm not injured, I'm a great walker! The Best Dog, Pearl, and I walk daily. For the first 5 minutes Pearl catches up on the canine mail with her most bodacious nose. Then we have our brisk and vigorous morning walk through the neighborhood, up hill and down, waving at neighbors, observing seasonal channges, appreciating life.
Then we walk together to my office downtown where she blesses all with her love. Then home again, on foot of course. And maybe, as the days grow longer, another stroll in the evening.
I actually got the cast off today and have graduated to a removable boot. the doc says it will be several more weeks before I'm back to hoofin' it. I hope Lime does another walk out when Pearl and I can play too.