On my morning walk, I realized I was not enjoying myself at all. Every step seemed like an effort. I wanted to turn back. I wanted to stop, sit down and rest. My breathing was labored, my hips hurt, it was not fun.
But I made it through and that feels empowering. And I'm going to do it again tomorrow. Hell, I've got the time, I might do it again today. I have to keep my ability to walk for a long distance or I am finished.
So, for the record, I walked one mile in 24 minutes.
A nice little repose on the recliner after the walk was a nice touch.
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