Newton's First Law

"Every body remains in a state of rest 

or uniform motion (constant velocity) 

unless it is acted upon 

by an external 

unbalanced force."

A body in motion tends to stay in motion. 

Or, to put it another way, when Wil gets off his ass and goes for a walk, he tends to go on to do other things, and ends up feeling a lot better and a lot happier than if he doesn't. 

I've been for a walk every day this week (and maybe Sunday, too, but I can't remember for sure), and it really makes a difference. Maybe not in terms of weight loss, because all it takes is one snack to make up for those extra calories burned from the exercise. And I'm not Power Walking™ here. I'm pushing Tom in his stroller and basically just strolling. But it's good. 

I feel better physically. I feel better emotionally. I'm getting a little bit of exercise, I'm spending time with Tom, I'm enjoying the fresh(ish) air and sunshine, and pretty much every time it's time to head home, I wish I could keep going a little while longer. And yet every day I almost don't go. 

I get busy doing other things (things, like writing this blog, that involve sitting on my ass). I start thinking that if I don't go today, I'll walk longer tomorrow. Then finally I tell myself to shut the hell up, get dressed, and get the out the damned door. 

Another thing I'm doing is to tell Tom that we're going for a walk later. That ensures that he will bug me about it until it happens. Yesterday we didn't get going until after lunch, and I think he was nearly convinced that his dad was a big fat liar, and that it wasn't going to happen. But when the kid came walking into the room with my shoes, then my pants, then started dragging a chair over so that he could reach and get down my hat, I stopped screwing around. Thanks, Tom.