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Plogging: For Our Health and Our Earth


                    
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 Plogging has become  the latest fitness fad for fitness freaks all over the world. What is meant by plogging? The portmanteau word 'plogging' comes from a fusion of the  Swedish words plocka upp and jogga which mean picking up and jogging. Ploggers are people who carry trash bags and   pick up garbage  when they go  jogging. Later they throw that garbage into the nearest bin or get rid of it in an eco-friendly manner. Plogging may be an unclean way for you to get fit; but it is a simple and easy way to make  the earth clean.

 Littering the earth with non-biodegradable waste like plastic bottles, foam, thermocol, diapers, straws, toffee-packets and wrappers  is a global problem of alarming proportions. It was in 2017 that a simple, yet effective technique to deal with this issue was conceived by Erik Ahlstrom of Sweden. Dismayed by the garbage he noticed while going to work daily, he came up with the idea of plogging-an  eco-friendly way to get fit.

 This health trend that originated in Sweden, has gained momentum and has been adopted with gusto by many European countries and also the United States. Now, in various parts of India too, citizens have  begun to join the fitness cum litter-free movement. Plogging doesn’t need a large group or any investment  and can be done even by a single person on his/her daily walk. A pair  of gloves and a bag are all that you need for plogging.

The benefits of plogging are many. Plogging helps you to burn more calories than jogging. Carrying a bag full of trash while jogging  increases your arm strength. Sqatting , whenever  you have  to pick up litter, makes the heart pump faster. By plogging, we can also save birds, fish and animals from untimely death due to plastic consumption . And above all, it helps to improve the health of our mother earth, who out of gratitude will joyfully gift us  pure air to breathe.

Bhadra S

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