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On one foot you limp;
on two feet you sprint.
How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I've really been doing is running?
We're designed for persistence hunting, which is a mix of running and walking. What's built into that kind of running is a sense of pleasure. You are designed and built and perfect for this activity, and it should be enjoyable and fun.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
A runner's stride is not perfectly efficient.
...loafing in the easy chair of one's body.
I'm like Kipling's cat - I walk by my wild lone and wave my wild tail where so it pleases me.
Runners don't run with their legs, they run ON their legs. In reality, they run with their Arms!
Moving. Someone said this to me a long time ago, it's bhuddist saying, I think: 'There is no wasted effort'.
While ya'll are unsaddling,
Running the race
Like a mouse in a cage
Getting nowhere but I'm trying
Forging ahead
But I'm stuck in the bed
That I made so I'm lying
For it is not requisite that a woman should hobble faster than she has strength!
They stumble that run fast.
Lengthen your stride/go the extra mile
Standing is stupid,
Crawling's a curse,
Skipping is silly,
Walking is worse.
Hopping is hopeless,
Jumping's a chore,
Sitting is senseless,
Leaning's a bore.
Running's ridiculous,
Jogging's insane-
Guess I'll go upstairs and
Lie down again.
We continued our strolling, for that is exactly what it was: strolling. This was not something I did in real life, either. It was always more like "rushing," or "hustling," or "guy-walking-like-weird-Olympic-walker.
I will keep on hurdling and keep on hustling.
Walking is not important; walking to the right direction, that is important!
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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Putting facts by the thousands, into the world, the toes take off with an appealing squeak which the thumping heel follows confidentially, the way men greet men. Sometimes walking is just such elated pumping.
It's hard to keep your balance standing tip-toe.
Walking is a pastime rather than an avocation.
lurches forward like a charging rhino,
Walking is the only form of transportation in which a man proceeds erect - like a man - on his own legs, under his own power. There is immense satisfaction in that.
It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
I'll just go at my own pace. Nice and easy. Here we go. There, see? I'm doing it. I'm running! Hey, look at me! I'm running! I'm-
Okay, well, that's enough of that. Whew. I mean, a girl could hyperventilate from doing that. And seriously, it's my first day. Don't want to overdo it.
Bending from side to side helps you avoid obstacles in racing.
There is this to be said for walking: it is the one method of human locomotion by which a man or woman proceeds erect, upright, proud and independent, not squatting on the haunches like a frog.
Little boys love machines. Grown-up mean and women like to walk.
You make many small decisions as you drive your car, absorb some information as you read the newspaper, and conduct routine exchanges of pleasantries with a spouse or a colleague, all with little effort and no strain. Just like a stroll.
In standard American English, the word with the most gradations of meaning is probably run. The Random House unabridged dictionary offers one hundred and seventy-eight options, beginning with "to go quickly by moving the legs more rapidly than at a walk" and ending with "melted or liquefied." In
He who tip-toes cannot stand; he who strides cannot walk.
It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.
Our bodies are made to move, and moving down the trail is one of the oldest, natural ways people have used their bodies.
After shedding only as much clothing as required, I climbed onto his lap and rode him like I was running a race and the finish line was in sight.
Movement is vital. Whether it's running, cross training, hiking with the dogs, or walking the streets of New York, I am constantly active.
never stop moving till you stop breathing, this is the secret of winning.
If you read my blog, you know I'm a pilates freak. And by pilates, I mean waffles.
I always thought of running as just dancing forward.
On the ice, if I slow down, I can coast behind somebody for a couple of laps. If I slow down on the run, it'll turn into a walk.
Strict walking is much despised in these days, but rest assured, dear reader, it is both the safest and the happiest.
When walking, just walk. When sitting, just sit. Above all, don't wobble.
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.
Maintain your speed no matter what happens! For the tikbalang shall chase you
I regret to say ... to the ends of the earth!
Cycling, cycling forever bear, wolf, caribou. When had it all started, where will it end? We are all part of one, from such simple beginnings and yet all so different. Yet one. One and again.
If fretting was an Olympic sport, I'd own the gold medal
An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.
There's a reason hobble skirts are called hobble skirts. You literally can't move very far in them.
You won't skid if you stay in a rut.
Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
Let your walks now be a little more adventurous.
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up ...
Dancing is like riding a bike.
Running with dogs is like dancing with winter
He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.
Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life ... It's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST
Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.
We tiptoed the tops of beaver dams, hopped hummocks, went wading, looked at spring flowers, tried to catcha snake, got lost and found. How fine it was to move at a meandery, child's pace.
Walk so silently that the bottoms of your feet become ears
I do find walking is fundamental to my creative process.
Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep."
Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"
It's a bit like a fledgeling duck, finding your flippers.
To walk, we have to lean forward, lose our balance and begin to fall. We let go constantly of the previous stability, falling all the time, trusting that we will find a succession of new stabilities with each step.
-Pig.
-I prefer the term rutting beast.
Good walking leaves no track behind it.
People who think they're leading but have no one following them are only taking a walk.
Walking is a state in which the mind, body, and the world are aligned ... it produces thoughts, experiences, arrivals.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
Stop wiggling - you'll move when I move you.
The walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours ... but is itself the enterprise and adventure of the day.
It's hard to march purposefully, or in any other way, when your thighs are screaming like Richard Simmons in a candy store- good God, stop the madness.
This walking business is overrated: I mastered the art of doing it when I was quite small, and in any case, what are taxis for?
The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.
Cloud walking. I like that. And yeah, that's exactly how you make me feel. Like my feet will never touch the ground.
Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.
Every journey begins with a single pawstep. (warriors)
To "hike" along a deep-rutted, pebbly lane in frail, silver-hued slippers with high French heels, is not an exhilirating experience.
We always trotted everywhere at Camp Arthur Currie. I never did find out who Currie was, but he must have been a trackman.
I'm always hustling.
I'm the walkingest girl around. I like to work at it - really get my heart pounding.
To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.
I run a solid 4-6 miles at a time, and over the last year two years I've gotten really into SoulCycle. It's sort of an evolved form of spinning.
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of joie de vivre, or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one's make-up.
Laughter is inner jogging.
At one point, I said to the officials that you guys haven't called walking for 20 years, now you don't know what it is. When you call walking, you're about half right.
Our very walking is an incessant falling; a falling and a catching of ourselves before we come actually to the pavement. It is emblematic of all things a man does.
I like in my free time to walk.
In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the "four feet trotting behind".
I can't believe anyone would voluntarily run 26 miles. Sometimes I sit on the couch cross-legged because I don't feel like walking to the bathroom.
When I appear in public people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth, paw the ground and swish my tail - none of which is easy.
The secret in riding is to do only a few things but to do them right
In a village where everyone has only one leg, the biped will hop about more lamely than anyone else, if he knows what is good for him.
We find in biking the fullfilment of an antique instinct: vagabondage
That's when he'd run and run until he was nothing more than two feet and a pair of lungs, until he coughed blood and stank of sweat and forgot for an hour or two everything that he was and what he had to do and the people who'd get hurt along the way.
When he ran from a cop, his transitions from accelerating walk to easy jog trot to brisk canter to headlong gallop to flogged-piston sprint ... were as distinct and as soberly in order as an automatic gearshift.
Occasionally I see rich-looking women on Rollerblades gripping leashes and being towed bodily by golden retrievers. That's my kind of jogging.
One kind of walking which I do not recall seeing mentioned anywhere in the literature of the subject is imaginary walking.
The secret in riding is to do few things right. The more one does, the less one succeeds. The less one does, the more one succeeds.