Now that winter is here, except for the occasional ski day, I don’t normally move around as much as I do during the warmer months. I decided I should change that. According to a book I read on neuroplasticity (The Brain’s Way of Healing by Norman Doidge, MD), the absolute best way to stay sharp and keep your brain in shape, is to walk 3 miles per day at a brisk clip. (He talks about it here at about 8 minutes in*) So, yesterday, I measured out how much a mile was, and timed myself. Turns out, it takes me about 50 minutes to walk 3 miles, so this morning, I set my timer to 25 minutes, and took off. Time will tell if it keeps me out of the Alzheimers ward, but I do hope it will also do good things for the rest of me.
I always forget how nice it is to meander through your neighborhood on foot. You see things in a whole new way, and have time to notice things you don’t when whizzing by in a car. And, I think I said “good morning” to at least 5 people, including a mail carrier busy at work. Walking is a nice, neighborly experience, it turns out. I like that.
One of the main things that thrilled me was looking up. I mean, really – who needs Christmas decorations when you have THIS? I also saw lots of gardens. Some where you could tell a gardener lived, and some, not so much. I noticed multiple perfect empty spots along the way, for some kind of plant, or other. Which led to this fun idea, where I was imagining myself as a guerilla gardener, sneaking out late at night and planting something in chosen spots. Not in a mean way, like this guy I met, who, in taking revenge on a scumbag landlord planted 8 Kudzu plants around the house when he moved out. YIKES! No, I’m talking about paying forward some of the bounty we gardeners possess, either by some form of propagation, division, or simply by our desire to switch things around. Anyway, I’m dreaming… You know that most people probably wouldn’t even notice, and – if they did – they most likely wouldn’t remember to water. Still, it would be fun, wouldn’t it? I mean, you just might make somebody’s day…
* Funny, as I listened to the video, I realized it is 3 kilometers – not 3 miles! Oh well, I’ll just tell myself that that last mile is for my waistline, and not for my head. LOL!