Cross training - that's a scary word to someone my age. When the kids were younger it must have meant doing the wash one day then vacuuming the next. Today it means pulling weeds in the garden then surfing the Internet tomorrow. Right? Well not according to my marathon running daughter.
Anyway, I started walking every morning several months ago. A nice 20 minute walk around my neighborhood before work. It was great to see the flowers popping up, the smell of clothes drying, the birds flying about and all the different chirping sounds, and the occasional aroma of breakfast cooking. Then I bought some new walking shoes. I had been looking at those new Sketchers that were on the market with the thick round sole. I thought they were just another gimmick until my Honey's therapist recommended them for him. He had recently had his ankle fused and was in therapy. So I figured there was some merit to the shoes ads.
mary jane style Sketcher Shape Ups. My nice little walk turned in to a major work out. But you should see my butt and thighs.