{"id":1932,"date":"2016-12-24T14:47:11","date_gmt":"2016-12-24T19:47:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/000af36.netsolhost.com\/wordpress1\/?p=1932"},"modified":"2016-12-24T14:47:11","modified_gmt":"2016-12-24T19:47:11","slug":"a-cyclists-catharsis-of-walking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/2016\/12\/24\/a-cyclists-catharsis-of-walking\/","title":{"rendered":"A Cyclist&#8217;s Catharsis of Walking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had hoped that despite temperatures never seen in Florida I could ride while staying in the Rockies for the holiday season. It&#8217;s not happening. There is too much snow along the shoulders and lanes filled with sand that can destroy a bike&#8217;s paint job, to say nothing of creating a braking hazard.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;ve been walking almost everyday. Not hiking or trekking but walking the hills of my western neighborhood. The weather has been invigorating, mostly in the 30&#8217;s or 40&#8217;s but usually with a bright sun that keeps me warm.<\/p>\n<p>I find that cold weather inverts the exercise experience from that of cycling. In the latter, in Florida certainly, I feel like I&#8217;m trying to expel the byproducts of exercise. I sweat and drink to keep cool. I&#8217;m trying to release the toxins exercising is creating, or so it seems.<\/p>\n<p>Walking in cold weather it feels as if the heat I generate is plowed back into my body to not only keep warm but to fuel my systems.<\/p>\n<p>And whereas in cycling I must keep my wits about me, scanning for cars, potholes and the phone-gazing pedestrian, with a walk my mind can freely wander, risking only a trip over a rock. I find a greater Zen component to walking.<\/p>\n<p>I supposed walking could lead to greater clarity or insights to my world. Alas, I am as deficit in attention as I am any other times. Even walking has its limitations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had hoped that despite temperatures never seen in Florida I could ride while staying in the Rockies for the holiday season. It&#8217;s not happening. There is too much snow along the shoulders and lanes filled with sand that can destroy a bike&#8217;s paint job, to say nothing of creating a braking hazard. So I&#8217;ve&hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/2016\/12\/24\/a-cyclists-catharsis-of-walking\/\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[222],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1932"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1932"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1933,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1932\/revisions\/1933"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}