I feel like by now I am an expert on walking! I have been walking most of the time now for about four years. Before that I never walked on a regular basis, but I only walked when someone would say, "Let's go for a walk," and that didn't happen very often. For the most part I have never had weight management problems, so I didn't need to walk or exercise to try to keep my weight down. In my younger years I think I was just naturally more active, had a higher basal metabolic rate, and drank lots of coffee, so I was always thin. I did come to a point in my life that I realized that if I didn't do something, limit my food intake, exercise or something I would end up being over weight. I never was so that someone would look at me and say, "He's overweight." I never reached that point, but I would have if my weight gaining trend had continued.
I started walking completely by accident. Our youngest granddaughter's big doggie, Scooby, Great Swiss Mountain Dog, and he is a mountain of a dog, a cousin of the Saint Bernard, was being neglected, and so I brought him to our home because I felt sorry for him. The next time she visited us she asked me if I would train her dog for the leash. She still thinks of him as her dog, and while once it hurt her feelings when ever anyone would refer to him as my dog, she now says it is a partnership; he is her dog and my dog. I told her that I would teach him about the leash. So, I took him out to walk him, and I have been walking him ever since, and that was four years ago. At first I walked him from our house to the mailbox and back, and kept walking for anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half. Then I had problems with our daughter her, and if you want the whole story, PM me and I will tell you, but I am trying to turn the other cheek and be forgiving.
Then I started walking him out on the County road, which I actually like much better anyway. I walk three rounds from our mailbox to my brother's cattleguard, then to our neighbor's cattleguard, and back to the mailbox which is a total of 2 miles. By the time I walk three rounds of that and walk from the house and to the house, I have walked 6.5 miles. It takes me an average of 2 hours to walk that distance. When wants to walk fast, I can't keep up wth him, so I just hold him back to my speed. The smaller dog has to run to keep up with his walking, because he has such long leggs, huge body, that to him, he is not walking fasat, but to me and the other dog he is walking very fast. He wants to stop and smell of dozens of things along the way. He has a tremendious sense of smell, and that is part of the reason they use these dogs for search dogs in the Swiss Alps. If he spends too much time smelling of stuff then it can take me two and ahalf hours to walk that distance. I am a push over; when he wants to smell, I let him smell, and it does take more time. But I figure he is out there for me, so he should have fun too, so I let him do what he wants to do within reason!