The Background: It has been a strange, though somewhat lovable, affair with morning walk. Honestly, walking on empty roads or green paths hosting the morning, fitness-curious folks wasn’t my first choice. I have always been the squats-deadlift-shoulder press sort of person. Walking seemed too humble, too gentle and perhaps, ineffective. However, I was naive to think so. Rather than Moha or my colleagues helping me understand this truth, it was Life. Throughout 2016-17, I managed to maintain some degree of weight training. The onus was always on getting bigger. Am that kind of a guy – your shoulders should be thick like boulders – squat deep, to the extent that it hurts. The idea of walking seemed to gentle, to innocent and too elderly to make a difference. But I was trying not to get sucked into the gym versus morning walk farce.
