I don't know about you but that word conjures up pictures of living rooms cluttered with bulky machines that no one ever uses, or worse still they use them and work up a sweat. In the living room.
If we must nit-pick and apparently I must, that was exercise when I grubbed about in the garden every day last summer. But it was fun. And come to think of it, I did sweat, but that was outdoors so it doesn't count.
Now winter is coming, the garden is tucked away and I don't want to clutter up my living room with nasty machines I won't use anyway.
This calls for a flexible attitude and walking is what I came up with.
This morning I snatched up my radio with the earplugs, camera and warm jacket and mumbled my way into healthy living.
Once the sulking got boring I looked around and the scenery wasn't half bad.
The local contractors must have had their arms twisted and they left us beautiful wooded pathways tucked in here and there.
These hostas are turning a wonderful shade before they fade away for the winter.
I guess I'll think of these as nature walks and forget the dread "E" word.
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