Walking

I wonder why I like so much walking so much.
I don't think it is just a matter of health or a physical well-being. I guess there are some other reasons too pushing me out of home and bringing me to some path to walk on. (Use of the word "too" in this way can be confusing to the reader. Do you mean "other reasons also pushing..." because that's what "too" is used to convey.  Or, do you mean "other reasons that push me out of home ash's bring me. .."?)
I feel a special need of ("for" may be the better word here) solitude and contemplation those weak days, with no surprises, nor ambitions. Those days when life does not seem to give you any importance, you find yourself again escaping from reality.
The streets around the house, the sidewalks, the flower beds where the neighbors' dogs do their needs, define the path of a little trip. And you can come back home at the end of your travel as an hero. Even if there is not any Argos waiting for you. (What is an Argos?)

walking

I wonder why I like walking so much.
I don't think it is just a matter of health or physical well-being. I guess there are some other reasons pushing me out of the house and taking me to some path to walk on.
I feel a special need of solitude and contemplation on those weak days, with no surprises, nor ambitions. Those days when life does not seem of any importance, you can find yourself escaping from reality.
The streets around the house, the sidewalks, the flower beds where the neighbours' dogs do their needs, define the path of a trip. And you can come back home at the end of your travels as an hero. Even if there is not any Argos waiting for you.

walking

I wonder why I like so much walking walking so much.
I don't think it is its just a matter of health or a physical well-being. I guess there are some other reasons too pushing me out of home  the house and bringing me to some path to walk on.
I feel a special need of to have solitude and contemplation those weak days, with no surprises, nor and ambitions. Those days when life does not seem to give you any importance, you find yourself again escaping from reality again.
The streets around the house, the sidewalks, the flower beds where the neighbors' dogs do their needs, define the path of a little trip. And you can come back home at the end of your travel as an a hero. Even if there is aren't not any Argos waiting for you.