Last fall I noticed that I was becoming very lethargic and a possessor of a large rump.I was also living proof that having large love handles does not turn one into a sex symbol. This did not make much sense to me. I have always had a small appetite and gave up chugging beers ages ago.
A-ha! Dawn over Marblehead! the reason for my funk was the fact that I had always been a very active person. And my new sedate life style was just not burning off my meager food intake.
I decided to get back to a more energetic routine. Taking long walks every day became part of my new regimentation. I soon learned that like every other phase of life. A walker will become a creature of habit.He must walk where there are sidewalks, and This limits his range some what. As walking in the street is reckless bravado at best.
My favorite walking route is a straight line. From my house to the ocean and back. It is a round trip of seven or eight miles. It has sidewalks all the way, hard on the feet, but good for the butt. I stroll this route every day, weather permitting.
Like motorists who have a multitude of peeves with their fellow motorists. so do
pedestrian's. Many pedestrians are just as wrathful as their motorist counterparts.
So the attitude that some of them display should probably be called sidewalk rage.
On my route to the beach,the sidewalk I refer to is just wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
There is a multitude of people using these sidewalks.Joggers,power walkers, cyclist, amblers,dog walkers and folks with prams.
The majority of pedestrians are amblers. These people are courteous and always have a friendly greeting. It goes with out saying I fall into this group.
Strider's are the look at me! and look out for me type. They refuse to move from the center of the walkway and will drop their shoulder and ram you, This is the type who as a motorist like to wave at you with one finger and lean on their car horn. The horn of course is to warn you that you are dealing with someone much more important. And the finger wave of course to brag about their IQ.
Power walkers seem to all be females. I may be wrong about this. But other than the
Olympics, I have never seen a male power walker. The lithe power walkers. Headset
firmly in place, arms pumping, hands clinching some kind of a weight,blow right by with out ever looking at you. The more weight challenged power walkers cannot seem to master the arm swing and hip gyrating movements of their slender counterparts and seemed resigned to an exercise in futility.
Cyclist on the most part are mostly grammar school kids. They ride predominantly on the sidewalk and when they are alone they are very courteous. However when in a group, it's best to just get out of the way. The obnoxious spandex crowd on the other hand, prefers to ride in the middle of the road. They love proving, that what all motorist call them is true.
Joggers seem to be a very serious group. They are courteous but rather impatient, as they all seem to be trying to keep or beat a set pace. As they run, they are constantly glancing at their wrist watch. This brings on a frown and a picked up pace.
Dog walkers can be a real dilemma to the ambler. Their usual greeting is don't worry he won't bite. Now my reaction to that is, look pal the name is Tucker not sucker. My advice is to just gave them both plenty of leeway. You must also be wary of land mines. Some dog owners are conscientious and scoop faithfully. Other's are more inclined to be slovenly. All though there is one dog owner who reaches down with his bare hand and picks up the feces and puts it into his pocket. I have seen him do this on several occasions.(his kin must love hugging him)
The young people who are out pushing strollers, only come out on sunny warm days. They are coutreous and happy, They make me feel melencoly, because they have no idea how difficult the chore of parenthood is going to be.
As I near the beach, another type of walker comes streaming out of the parking lots, These I classify as the strutters. These are also the hey look at me type. They are different than the striders. The strider thinks he's important.The strutter thinks he or she is God's gift to creation and dresses accordingly. These people have no destanation. They are just strutting to be seen.
Shape wise, I am now back to being mean and lean. I feel much better physically. But now I must do something about my jeans, I do not like the baggy assed look.
A-ha! Dawn over Marblehead! the reason for my funk was the fact that I had always been a very active person. And my new sedate life style was just not burning off my meager food intake.
I decided to get back to a more energetic routine. Taking long walks every day became part of my new regimentation. I soon learned that like every other phase of life. A walker will become a creature of habit.He must walk where there are sidewalks, and This limits his range some what. As walking in the street is reckless bravado at best.
My favorite walking route is a straight line. From my house to the ocean and back. It is a round trip of seven or eight miles. It has sidewalks all the way, hard on the feet, but good for the butt. I stroll this route every day, weather permitting.
Like motorists who have a multitude of peeves with their fellow motorists. so do
pedestrian's. Many pedestrians are just as wrathful as their motorist counterparts.
So the attitude that some of them display should probably be called sidewalk rage.
On my route to the beach,the sidewalk I refer to is just wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
There is a multitude of people using these sidewalks.Joggers,power walkers, cyclist, amblers,dog walkers and folks with prams.
The majority of pedestrians are amblers. These people are courteous and always have a friendly greeting. It goes with out saying I fall into this group.
Strider's are the look at me! and look out for me type. They refuse to move from the center of the walkway and will drop their shoulder and ram you, This is the type who as a motorist like to wave at you with one finger and lean on their car horn. The horn of course is to warn you that you are dealing with someone much more important. And the finger wave of course to brag about their IQ.
Power walkers seem to all be females. I may be wrong about this. But other than the
Olympics, I have never seen a male power walker. The lithe power walkers. Headset
firmly in place, arms pumping, hands clinching some kind of a weight,blow right by with out ever looking at you. The more weight challenged power walkers cannot seem to master the arm swing and hip gyrating movements of their slender counterparts and seemed resigned to an exercise in futility.
Cyclist on the most part are mostly grammar school kids. They ride predominantly on the sidewalk and when they are alone they are very courteous. However when in a group, it's best to just get out of the way. The obnoxious spandex crowd on the other hand, prefers to ride in the middle of the road. They love proving, that what all motorist call them is true.
Joggers seem to be a very serious group. They are courteous but rather impatient, as they all seem to be trying to keep or beat a set pace. As they run, they are constantly glancing at their wrist watch. This brings on a frown and a picked up pace.
Dog walkers can be a real dilemma to the ambler. Their usual greeting is don't worry he won't bite. Now my reaction to that is, look pal the name is Tucker not sucker. My advice is to just gave them both plenty of leeway. You must also be wary of land mines. Some dog owners are conscientious and scoop faithfully. Other's are more inclined to be slovenly. All though there is one dog owner who reaches down with his bare hand and picks up the feces and puts it into his pocket. I have seen him do this on several occasions.(his kin must love hugging him)
The young people who are out pushing strollers, only come out on sunny warm days. They are coutreous and happy, They make me feel melencoly, because they have no idea how difficult the chore of parenthood is going to be.
As I near the beach, another type of walker comes streaming out of the parking lots, These I classify as the strutters. These are also the hey look at me type. They are different than the striders. The strider thinks he's important.The strutter thinks he or she is God's gift to creation and dresses accordingly. These people have no destanation. They are just strutting to be seen.
Shape wise, I am now back to being mean and lean. I feel much better physically. But now I must do something about my jeans, I do not like the baggy assed look.
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