Roger W. Smith, “On Walking” (and exercise)



This is a brief essay on walking. I fear it’s a subject that has already been beaten to death.


I have always been a walker. It began at a very early age.


I was raised in Cambridge, Massachusetts. We lived there until I was age twelve. My parents gave me and my siblings a lot of freedom, as long as it was exercised responsibly. This included things like going places by oneself. I was allowed to walk places by myself -- such as to school, to stores, and to the public library from around age six or seven.


Cambridge was a very walkable city. Harvard Yard was only two or three blocks away and Harvard Square close by.


At that time, the red brick sidewalks, which I loved, were very wide, which I loved. (They were narrowed in the 1950’s when the wonderful wooden trolley cars that ran up and down Massachusetts Avenue were discontinued and replaced by buses.)


When I was age twelve, my parents moved us to the suburbs. I was extremely disappointed. In the suburbs, one needed a car to go just about any place. This meant having to be driven everyplace by my parents until I got a driver’s license at age seventeen.









I moved to Manhattan after graduating from college and lived there for several years. I absolutely loved the same thing about Manhattan that I had loved about Cambridge: that it is such a walkable city. I lived right off Broadway in a studio apartment in the West 80’s for a while. I particularly liked strolling along Broadway. It seemed like all humanity was concentrated in this one thoroughfare. The “geography” of the neighborhood, which is to say the layout of the streets on the Upper West Side, seemed to funnel everyone into one stream, so to speak.


I once said to an associate of mine who also lived in Manhattan and loved it -- he gave silent assent to my comment (I could see that he totally agreed) -- “when I am walking in Manhattan, I feel like I am walking on air.” Indeed, when strolling the sidewalks of Manhattan, I would often be in a trance like state where I was only half aware of progress and distance covered and was fully absorbed in everything around me, there was so much to see.


In several other cities I have traveled to in the U.S.A., I have observed that people don’t walk. Dallas, for example, where I attended a business meeting in the 1990’s. The streets were broad thoroughfares with a couple of lanes, like a highway. One observed hardly any pedestrians.








Walking is just plain enjoyable. I find that -- compared, say, to going to a gym -- it is a way to get exercise without it seeming to be a chore.


Walking, as is well known, is conducive to thinking and creativity, which is why so many writers and intellectuals have always been walkers.


Often, I will start out on a walk with no timetable or agenda. (I find it best not to have a timetable; being under a time constraint defeats the whole purpose of a walk.) During the walk, my mind will wander and won’t be focused on anything in particular. Then, ideas will begin to float up and into my consciousness: a new perspective on some problem that has been perplexing me; a new idea about something to write.


This kind of mental stimulation, occurring as it does when I am not actively engaged in mental work, is extremely pleasurable. I will get excited about new ideas for creative undertakings that occur to me and will feel the urge to rush home and plunge into them.


Walking seems to be a near perfect form of exercise. One can do it even when one is out of shape, and it won’t put undue stress on the body.








Walt Whitman loved to take long strolls, often with friends, often at night.


Whitman said to his disciple Horace Traubel that the weather didn’t bother him. He would walk at all hours, day or night, and would not mind if it was raining or there was otherwise inclement weather.


Whitman felt and took exquisite, sensual pleasure from things like the warm sun and the breeze. In his great poem “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d,” he refers to “the just-felt breezes,” by which he meant a gentle breeze caressing him.


With respect to the weather when I walk, I pretty much don’t mind what the conditions are either.


Like Whitman, I take great pleasure in sunshine and fresh air.


I love to walk in the summer, don’t mind hot weather a bit, and this includes extremely hot days. I could never understand why some people always complain about the heat, are always cautioning you: beware of the sun!


I love the feeling of the sun on my face and arms, like to get a tan. I like to work up a sweat. I feel it’s very healthy to do so; it sweats the toxins right out of you.


In hot weather, especially, I drink huge amounts of water before, during, and after a walk. I rarely drink any other type of liquid. This seems to be very good for one’s health. I actually enjoy getting very thirsty and then having the satisfaction of drinking to quench my thirst. Under such conditions, water goes from being something ordinary to a wonderfully refreshing drink.

Like Whitman, I absolutely love a summer breeze.


I love to walk on a sultry summer day. I take great pleasure in the smell of the grass and herbage.


Often, I am reluctant to go for a walk in foul weather. But, when it comes to cold, biting days – the crisp, clear ones -- I find that the bracing air actually feels great. I am a fresh air fiend. It seems to me from experience that the cold air kills germs, makes one practically immune to winter colds. It’s invigorating too.


As I grow older, I tend to wake up much earlier than I used to. I will wake up very early, especially with the summer light in the morning. It’s an ideal time of the day to take a walk.

I find that when I am tired and achy, as I often am, or feel I need more sleep, once I set afoot a lot of the tiredness and achiness go away. The same is true if I am feeling under the weather. Walking seems to cure ills, and rather than tiring me (although there is a sort of “good tiredness” resulting from a long walk), a walk seems to make me more alert and less fatigued, mentally, at least.


I feel that a lot of fatigue that people experience -- in general, that is, not from walking per se -- is actually the result of tedium and boredom, of being inside too much doing repetitive work requiring concentration. So that walking, which is supposed to wear you out, has the opposite effect.


I like to take marathon walks, into Manhattan and back, for instance (about six miles each way). I am pleasantly surprised by my stamina. I rarely get tired.


Sometimes, I will admit, I do get tired. But, more often than not, I seem to be able to just keep going, chugging along, knowing I will eventually reach the end point.


As I have said, it’s not good if one has to hurry. Ruins the  entire walk. Walking at a moderate but reasonably brisk pace seems to work best for me, and to the extent that I do get tired near the end, it’s a very pleasurable feeling.





-- Roger W. Smith

      March 2016












Since posting this essay, I have been doing some thinking about walking as it pertains and relates to the subject of exercise in general.


Walking has helped me to reduce and control my weight and it may (I am not certain) be helping to lower my blood pressure, too.


It can help to alleviate and shorten occasional periods of depression.


I have been thinking about walking vis-à-vis other forms of exercise.


This past summer, I went to a local Y with my older son. He was working out there on a regular basis for a while, almost every day.


I was surprised how bright and clean it was. The exercise machines were numerous and state of the art.


We spent about an hour there, each of us on a treadmill.


There was a TV you could watch right there on the exercise machine, but I got awfully bored, as well as tired, and kept thinking, when is this going to end, when will my son say, mercifully, “time’s up”?


It seems to me -- I have myself experienced it-- that such exercise regimens frequently start out good and then peter out after a while.


You will make a resolution, say, to work out for 45 minutes to an hour first thing every morning. You will do it religiously for a while. You’ll be feeling a lot better about yourself and asking yourself, “why wasn’t I doing this before”?


Then, suddenly, you’ll stop.


I believe that for exercise to be done regularly and over a long, sustained period of time, it’s got to be fun -- psychologically enjoyable -- and not seem like a CHORE.


Think of our (yours and mine) childhoods. We were outdoors all the time playing. We were not even aware (hardly) that we were getting healthy exercise.


When walking, you can


- stop to get a bite to eat;


- people watch;


- view streetscapes and scenery;


- shop or window shop.


And, you can vary your route.

I firmly believe that variety is the key, makes all the difference here. Exercise routines -- such as walking on a treadmill every morning -- can’t fail to become monotonous. Which is why, in my opinion, they often fail.




-- Roger W. Smith










Addendum: See also Henry David Thoreau’s essay “Walking” (1862), available on line at



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