Birds of a Feather, Part II: Frozen Fanatics

If you find something you love doing that’s good for your health, your self-esteem, your sanity, and your spirit, you might become obsessed. You’ll be in good company.
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Wet Sneakers, or the Moral Equivalent Thereof

If you decide to commit to exercising every day—or sticking to any rigorous plan of action—there will be days when you have to walk around in wet sneakers, or the moral equivalent thereof.
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But Really…Every Day?

Frequent exercise has many documented benefits. Devote some time and attention to finding a routine that works for you. Challenge yourself. Try to figure out how much is too much.
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Catch My Breath

Once in a while you might have a day when nothing goes quite right.
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You Can Make Up Rules, Too

It’s your life; it’s your game. Design a game that you’re willing to play for a specified period of time. Make it about one or more aspects of your life that you’d like to enrich.
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Make a Game of It, Then Play to Win

Whatever you’d like to improve about your life, try making it into a game. Challenge yourself. Make up your own rules. Then play it to win.
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Still More Walking: White Rock Lake

My outing at White Rock Lake cleared away the cobwebs of the previous evening’s disappointing walk. The day was beautiful and warm, with a nice breeze and fluffy clouds occasionally blocking the sun.
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Update: Walking Wherever…Within Reason

Traffic delays and my own confusion added to my already-too-long journey to Dallas. Nevertheless, as soon as I finished checking into my hotel, I dressed in walking attire and headed out to take my daily
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Walking Every Day, Wherever I Find My Feet

A challenge of committing to everyday exercise is figuring out what to do when you’re traveling. Fortunately, my favorite workout—walking—is the most portable form of
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Do Something Every Day, Part I: A Walk to the Park

You can get there from here.

Do something every day. That’s the mantra of my exercise program. I repeat this to people all the time: “If I’m sick, or if I’ve worked an 18‑hour day, or if it’s raining, I put on my shoes and I walk around the block.” Something. Every day. It’s how I satisfy the terms of an imaginary contract that my brain has made with my body.

Today, I found myself without a car. My 10‑year‑old Maxima broke down last night, and this morning, a friend helped me jump‑start it and dump it at the mechanic’s shop. I’ll find out tomorrow what’s wrong and when I can have it back.

Meanwhile, I had to get some exercise.