I never timed the walk from our home on Sheffield to the Diversey driving range on the edge of the lake in Chicago because I prefer not to know. It is one of the reasons I like the walk. This cuts down on what I expect; increases the odds of seeing something I don’t expect.

Another reason is, regardless of outcome, practicing golf is thus sandwiched between what I consider a guaranteed competency. Walking. I can do that.

A third reason is walking moves me from the space in which I am certain to get things done to the space where nothing is a must-do, a to-do or a done-do, if you don’t count hitting the ball well, which I don’t.