...on walking
...today, i walked. I admit. I wasn't born with that special strain of muscle. I run because of the solitude, my music and my ramblings...yes, running is a lot faster than walking...yet, nature has its way of making one look back (sounds familiar) in fact, i walked first before i ran...now, recovering from an injury that has handicapped me (not for long i hope), am raring to go back to my running form...yet patience is the road less travelled...and nature has forced me to traverse this road...and so with a sigh of resignation, i surfed the net on how to get back to my running sched...and what i got were articles on taking easy and starting all over...that is, walking
...and so, while trodding and plodding south drive...one side urged me to jog...to go for it...why not, i've been doing it so i still can... another side screamed warning signals...don't allow yourself to go through that pain again...you're not recovered fully...the battle raged inside for some time...i almost ran...what the heck...heart leads the mind...dance like a butterfly but it stings like a bee...hence, the better part of me, the control freak took over and i walked...fast for satisfaction's sake...
...does walking make one less of a runner... the walk/run program training advocated by galloway, burfoot and others...does it work?