I like Miss Plainwell’s new cut.
I’m no longer even a jogger, but I’d FAR FAR rather walk a couple of miles than use a treadmill to get the same amount of exercise. Even if it’s the same track I took a few days ago, there may be something new to see. A butterfly. A dropped dollar bill. The sound of the breeze in the trees… And it doesn’t smell like a gym.
While Frazz seems to lean toward being a <>a purist,
… he mostly is “obsessed” with exercising.
I guess the only reasons I see to use a treadmill is if the weather/climate/general environment is not conducive to a run or walk. In my case, I walk outside when I can and dance to youtube when I can’t.
No, there isn’t….
and the dollar was mine. It used to almost buy something.
When the Lunatic from Houston posts Mallett’s blog, you’ll find him copping to being “smug” (his word) about his preference for running in the elements over riding a Peloton, or the like.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
PS Commenters like B.D., who seem to enjoy intentionally misreading things in order to get them wrong, be advised that I know that “everyone is entitled to his preferences.” That’s not the point. The point is that the content of today’s strip is smug; its author acknowledges as much, and there are rigid Mallettians out here who surely will see it but will never admit it.
My generation on aging:
We’ve gone from, Rock Around the Clock,”
Walk around the block.
In pre-Internet (radar updates) I got caught in the rain more times I care to admit
Some people will do anything for a runners high.
They aren’t even wet, so running in the rain suits them.
It’s raining buckets, yet neither coifs nor clothes are getting wet.
July 31, 2013