Exercise, but Make It Fun

I love walking. Whether I’m alone or with my partner, it’s my favorite form of exercise. Walking gets you outside, gets your body moving, and lets you take in your surroundings. It doesn’t matter where you are—cities, beaches, neighborhoods, or the woods—there’s always something to catch your attention or spark a moment of curiosity.

For me, walking isn’t just exercise; it’s therapy. My thoughts flow freely when I’m out on a walk, and it’s where I work through whatever’s on my mind. I think walking is the most underrated form of exercise. My partner and I even choose our travel destinations based on the quality of the walking. If a place doesn’t offer great walking opportunities, it’s probably not for us.

Frisbee: Play Like a Kid

Another activity I’ve grown to love is playing frisbee. I wasn’t into sports growing up—honestly, anything involving a ball flying toward my face was a no-go. So my early attempts at frisbee were… chaotic. I’d clumsily fling the frisbee in every direction except where I intended. But with practice, I got better.

Now, I can throw with both my right and left hands, and I’ve even reached the point where I can throw with some accuracy—most of the time. Catching is still a work in progress (I still occasionally close my eyes), but I’ve come a long way. These days, I’m refining my technique to adjust for windy conditions and improve my precision.

The best part? It doesn’t feel like exercise. Running around on a field or beach, jumping, throwing, and laughing feels more like playing than working out. It’s also a sneaky way to improve hand-eye coordination.

Playing frisbee on the beach in Fort Lauderdale!

Finding Joy in Movement

Walking and playing frisbee are activities that bring me joy, and that’s what makes it easy to stick with them. Unless it’s pouring rain, you’ll find my partner and me out walking or running around like two kids chasing a frisbee.

It’s amazing how much your body can adapt when you put it through challenges. I never thought I’d enjoy sports, let alone be good at one. But here I am, someone who once avoided any chance of a ball-to-the-face moment, now genuinely loving frisbee—even after getting hit in the face a couple of times.

The lesson? You never know what you’ll enjoy or how good you’ll get until you try. So just start. Find something that makes you laugh, moves your body, and feels more like fun than exercise. You might surprise yourself.

Cheers to being Green Wild and Free!