I've been spending time in the evenings catching up on some of the blogs I'd not read in some time and Modern Forager is on the list.
Did you know that " You Walk Wrong And Your Shoes Are To Blame"? I do; that is, I did, but I don't anymore. If there's anything I know a whole very lot about, it's walking, and I've never even read anything about it. I walk. I walk a lot. I walk a fuck of a lot. It began in February, 2003, so nearly 6 1/2 years ago. Every weekday morning, very nearly 100% without failure, my day begins -- be it 6 am or 8 am -- with a morning walk with the dog -- now dogs -- for about 3 1/2 miles which, with all the sniffing an peeing -- them, not me -- takes just about 55 minutes. I figure we're coming up on 7,000 miles, and that doesn't count the one or sometimes two additional walks in the afternoon and evening, many of which Bea does, but I do plenty. A very lot of what I believe I now understand about health and fitness and our maladaption to many aspects of civilization in an evolutionary context, comes from observing my two rat terriers. And once I began to remove things harmful to them, they improved too. Rotor is now 9 and spunkier and far, far leaner than he has been for many years. I just looked at a photo from when he was 1 1/2 and I cannot tell the difference.
Nanuka ("Nuke") on the right is about 2 1/2 when this was taken, Rotor is 9. Notice those ripped hind quarters. Essentially, they're miniature pit bulls and just as viscous towards anything they deem prey.
Notice also: they don't wear any shoes. (Continued...)
I've been spending time in the evenings catching up on some of the blogs I'd not read in some time and Modern Forager is on the list.
Did you know that " You Walk Wrong And Your Shoes Are To Blame"? I do; that is, I did, but I don't anymore. If there's anything I know a whole very lot about, it's walking, and I've never even read anything about it. I walk. I walk a lot. I walk a fuck of a lot. It began in February, 2003, so nearly 6 1/2 years ago. Every weekday morning, very nearly 100% without failure, my day begins -- be it 6 am or 8 am -- with a morning walk with the dog -- now dogs -- for about 3 1/2 miles which, with all the sniffing an peeing -- them, not me -- takes just about 55 minutes. I figure we're coming up on 7,000 miles, and that doesn't count the one or sometimes two additional walks in the afternoon and evening, many of which Bea does, but I do plenty. A very lot of what I believe I now understand about health and fitness and our maladaption to many aspects of civilization in an evolutionary context, comes from observing my two rat terriers. And once I began to remove things harmful to them, they improved too. Rotor is now 9 and spunkier and far, far leaner than he has been for many years. I just looked at a photo from when he was 1 1/2 and I cannot tell the difference.
Nanuka ("Nuke") on the right is about 2 1/2 when this was taken, Rotor is 9. Notice those ripped hind quarters. Essentially, they're miniature pit bulls and just as viscous towards anything they deem prey.
Notice also: they don't wear any shoes. (Continued...)