I was to sell ice cream for our Lions Club yesterday in a small town six miles from my house. I decided to brave the impending rain showers and walk there. (I did get wet and was attacked by deer flies, but that's not the point.)

I love walking and running.

I began my ritual nearly 25 years ago when my then wife was "going crazy" (depression and all its related subsequences). I thought it would help me control my anger and frustrations. Running saved me. I've been at it ever since.

Running in Marathons or 5ks are not my thing (although I have done some). I'm not particularly competitive. I did go through a "training" stage, where I kept track of times. But I don't do that any more. I just jot down my mileage--more for my memory than anything.

Walking and running do amazing things for my spirit. I love being outdoors and feeling the rush of adrenalin (endorphines). After a couple of miles, a sense of serenity comes over me. I feel relaxed and mellow, allowing my mind to wander all over the place. Sometimes I sing or chant to myself. Often I count. I try to be observant, but occasionally get into a trance, forgetting where I am.

And yes, I run for my physical health. While it feels good mentally, I do it more now for a longer and healthier life. At my age (67), it's not getting any easier, but I'm not bursting my lungs and legs to break any records. I'm out to enjoy myself, and I look forward to hitting the country roads in about 2 hours. (I do my "serious" running on weekends. Weekdays, I walk 5-6 miles of morning golf, run 3-4 miles late evening.)

I hope to continue exercising for many years to come. I love to eat too much to quit! I encourage you all to get out there and walk (at least). It's wonderful!