My annual checkup occurred the other day. Nothing of note to note and, even if there were, such would not fall into any of the categories we normally discuss on this site. But, for reasons which were obvious to us both, my doc told me that a recent study had determined that, of all the forms of exercise, walking was by far the best, being easy and always salubrious. “You might think about doing a bit more of that,” he said in his understated winking way.
And then–wouldn’t you know it? (fors at work!)–the next morning I came across the following few sentences in one of Ruskin’s Modern Painters volumes. They seemed, as I read them, to somehow have been pre-destined for my train, plane, and automobile accustomed eyes. Perhaps you’ll find them helpful too. He said:
To anyone who has all his senses about him, a quiet walk, over not more than ten or twelve miles of road a day, is the most amusing of all types of travel.
All traveling becomes dull in exact proportion to its rapidity. Going by railroad I do not consider traveling at all. It is merely “being sent” to a place, and is very little different from becoming a parcel.
Be well out there!