I was wondering what was going on, when I realized that I am, in fact, like a dog that needs to be walked.
You see, I've had to drive to work the past couple days. And generally, I take the train to work, which involves about 5 miles of walking (.8 miles to the train station then 1.75 miles to work and then back again.) In fact, I walk to work, and then after work change into my running clothes and run the way back.
As a result, I'm in probably the best shape of my life.
When exercise is built into your commute, you can't procrastinate it, or avoid it. If I don't walk, I don't get home.
Now, it's not a pretty walk really. In fact, people who know the area are sometimes taken aback that I walk it. There are short parts of it where there is no sidewalk, and I'm forced to trespass through parking lots to avoid walking in the middle of the road. At these times, I channel my inner Beany getting annoyed at all the drivers and the wide swathes of the road we have allotted them, leaving none for little old pedestrian me.
And it makes for a long commute, especially in the evening where I have to wait a good while for a train.
But I can honestly say that I am so much happier with my commute than I would be stuck in a car in rush hour traffic. I love having time to read on the train. I love that I am getting good exercise. And I REALLY love that I don't have to pay an arm and a leg for a gym membership.
Once again: what's good for the planet is good for me. Funny how that works so much of the time, isn't it? ;)