No panting, no more out of breath, no more long breaks while my body catches up with my mind. My first goal is to walk from point A to point B just like I did at 50. Soon I will be out of the blue and into the pink…fer sure.
I realize it seems silly to drive to take a walk, but I live on a hill. Hills are good for walking, but flat is better for distance walking. I want to build up stamina and leave the ennui behind. I don’t think I’m up to walking on sand yet, so Grumpy and I will head to the bay side of our world. There are benches for those of us faint of breath. There are bathrooms for those of us in need. Imagine that.
Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, I walk in the pool for ever increasing lengths of time. There I can also do jumping jacks and leg lifts while building my stamina. Tuesday and Thursday’s you can find me saying good morning to other walkers along side the bay. Maybe even Saturday or Sunday with the Great Geezer. Who knows.
First goal: I want to be able to walk again comfortably.
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