I LOVE to mow. It gets me outside. It gets me moving. It changes me from a grumpy bear, stuck in a winter cave to a new-born dear, running in the green meadows.
Mowing is the best exercise I can perform. It’s more than just walking. I push my mower. I walk each and every step of my yard with purpose and intent.
We have a really big yard and really thick grass and a really wimpy electric mower. This means that often I have to mow the yard in two different directions just to cut all the grass.
In the past, I’ve used run-tracking apps to measure my mowing experience. I’ve calculated square feet. I’ve crunched the numbers. If I mow my yard one time, I’ve walked the equivalent of two miles, pushing a mower the entire way. In the spring, when the grass grows fastest and thickest and requires a second mow, I will have walked four miles. And remember, it’s pushing a mower through the hedge every step.
At the conclusion of my first mow, I am always tired and sore…And completely satisfied!