I am so far off my game, I have to check its Facebook status to see what’s up.

I am so far off my game, it kicked me out of its “friends and family” plan.

I am so far off my game, I can’t even find it on my GPS.

(Like those? Thank you! I’ll be here all week!)

But seriously, folks . . . Plan A is to get my mojo back. It’s been M.I.A. for the three weeks I’ve been in my new job, despite several attempts to maintain a regular gym routine. In order to do that, we’d need a third car, for starters, but with cheer season (plane trips; competition fees), the holiday season (Thanksgiving in Ohio; Black Friday; Cyber Monday), tuition and oh yeah, all those other bills, there’s no such thing as extra funds for a car right now.

Not giving up, though. That’s for wimps. No, a brisk walk in the chill wind with The World’s Dumbest Dog this morning let me know how easy it is to get in some great, free exercise, along with the peace and happiness of being among God’s most wondrous works – trees, flowers, grasses . . . nature.

Don’t get me wrong I love (cough, cough, gag) my stupid dog. He’s a “rescue” dog of indeterminate pedigree, and we got him from a shelter for abused dogs. We’ve had him for 10 years, and he’s happy, spoiled, and dumb as a box of rocks. But he does love his walks, and I enjoy him dragging me along with him. I do, however, look forward to the day when – after a period of mourning, of course – I will replace him with pair of Dachshunds.

I’m just sayin’ . . .

But yes, walking is, I think, the best exercise of all, because your body is engaged, and if like me you like to walk alone, your mind is free to roam, and with all that fresh oxygen getting to your brain, problems shrink and become easier to solve, and that’s great for the heart and the soul.

I will go out again later today. Despite the fact it’s Saturday, I have a boatload of outstanding contract work to do, and today’s the day I get it all done. Tomorrow I plan to spend at least two hours at the gym, just taking my time and getting in a total-body workout.

Maybe after all of that, I’ll be back in the game.

So I started to work my mojo, to counter their mojo; we got cross-mojulation, and their heads started exploding.  ~  from Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery (1997).

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Leslie J. Ansley is an award-winning journalist and entrepreneur who blogs daily for TheRoot. She lives in Raleigh, NC.