The key is to do something, anything, for 20 to 30 minutes at least three times a week.
One day Mary was driving on a little traveled farm-to-market road and was stopped in her tracks by a magnificent wild turkey leading his harem. Mary got some great pics as the turkey marched to the middle of the road, snapped to attention, pecked at the front bumper, and denied her passage.
He made an impressive sentry with his feathers puffed, tail fanned, dark uniform, grey cap, and red necktie. The standoff continued until a truck coming from the other direction demanded the turkey’s notice and he strutted over to check the driver’s ID. Corporal Turkey’s bravery, spit, and polish made a very favorable impression on the five or so rather drab hens he had brought to work with him that day.
Wild turkeys are strangely beautiful birds. What seems stranger is they are agile flyers reaching speeds of up to 50 miles per hour in short, quarter-mile sprints.
When I think of turkey, I think golden-brown, plump, sedentary, reclining on its back with feet in the air inviting a stab with my carving knife—not with wings outspread defying gravity.
It’s true, however, that domesticated turkeys cannot fly. I looked it up. They are bred for two things: either to be pardoned by the President and spend their life hiking the country like Woody Guthrie, or to embrace eternal repose at the center of my Thanksgiving feast.
Thanksgiving turkeys can’t fly.
I’m pretty sure most of us who’ve hit middle age don’t fly like we used to. We’re probably quite domesticated and need exercise (especially after the feast most of us enjoyed this Thanksgiving).
The key is to do something, anything, for 20 to 30 minutes at least three times a week and, more importantly, to give ourselves permission to not train like an Olympic wannabe. Walking, biking, and a light weight workout can be very healthful—especially compared to making a nest in the recliner and wrestling with the remote.
To borrow a phrase, you and I need to just do it…consistently. We may never fly the same way again, but after a short time we’ll feel better, have more stamina, improve productivity, sleep well, enjoy positive moods, and strut a bit.
Or we can hope the President will pardon us.
Happy Thanksgiving from our family to you and yours.