Since I returned from Spain, I've been walking and walking and walking, partly because I like it, but partly because it helps me to even out my mood in a way that I have never before been able to do on my own. It's an incredible feeling to have some measure of control over the ups and downs, though I certainly can't sustain the number of hours I was walking when I was on the Camino.
It took me years to fully realize how vital exercise can be. Drugs are a much easier solution. Now, though, there is increasing medical evidence of the usefulness of exercise as a treatment. I am hopeful that my insurance company will soon be funding my pilgrimages.
- tell me, general pace
- somebody on the Hill says something
- love and war
- a man like this should run for president
- my favorite medication
- dear senator webb, nincompoop
- truth, finally
- next placard
- "this is what dem-o-cra-cy looks like"
- an apple pie american
- bipolar press
- not my fellow citizen
- ▼ September (18)