Goal One

In the Blue.

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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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  He had to buy pants another size larger.  Enough.  He began ten strict days on the Atkins diet last night.  He lost 85 pounds on it before, but I worry about it.

Herself:  Eating less.  Actual pain in stomach so need an afternoon snack.  Rid of all but the big walker and Duck’s cane.  Martha, a young, brilliant biologist, will have her memorial tomorrow just when I am committed to working for two.  Part of my Poets group, she was a dear friend and neighbor of Marion B.

Reading:  A Cadell from the library.  “Mrs. Tim Carries On” will be next.  I’ll find a cheap hardbound copy somewhere.

Balance:  Feeling stronger every day.