I am back on the walking trail.
It feels good to say that. I have missed my morning excursions.
I have to warm up before I hit the trail. This is not as much fun as it sounds and I know it doesn't sound like fun. Now I roll out of bed and start stretching. After being sidelined with the ITB problem, I am not interested in doing it again. So on the floor I go stretching away.
Actually, I am pretty impressed that I can get down on the floor (and I don't fall to get there) and get back up. That could be an Olympic sport.
I started on the trail yesterday. I have listened to the PT and was only going to walk for 20 minutes. It was a beautiful day. Mostly because it wasn't 105 degrees. It was in the upper 60's and there was a nice breeze off the lake. It felt good. I was stupid. (quit with the "again") I walked for 35 minutes. Not the best way to start back. It felt great most of the time. I was glad when it was over and I was back at the car stretching. AGAIN. (catch the theme here?)
My knee seems to think it is a shark. WHAT? One of the times I took my Mom to the Emergency Room, (she was probably 90 at the time) the doctor told me that old people are like sharks - if they stop moving they die. Nice, huh? Anyway, he was probably right and I feel that way about my knee. If I keep moving, it feels better.
Maybe I need to use one of those treadmill desks.
I really get in trouble when I stop and sit and work at my desk. If I don't pay attention to the time, I have a hard time moving when I get up. I am going to have to put a timer on my desk to remind myself to get up and move every 20 minutes or so. Then again, I would have to remember to set the timer. Problems, problems....
Anyway, back to the walk. It was good yesterday and today I was careful and only walked the 20 minutes. It is still good but it is hard to stop when I know that a month ago I was going much further.
Have I told you that I am the SLOWEST person out there? It would be humorous if it weren't so sad. Yes, every old lady out there walks faster than I do. It doesn't matter - I am out moving and that is what counts. I try to convince myself that I get to enjoy the walk more because I see so much more of it than they do but I know better.
So if I can be the slowest one out there and I still want to go, WHAT IS YOUR EXCUSE? Come on, join me. Go for a walk. You really never know what you will see. Yesterday, I saw the man who takes his dog out in a baby carriage. Really. He doesn't look crazy or anything. He just walks along like it is normal. Think of the new conversations that you can have that start with "You should have seen what I saw on my walk today..."
I have to go. It is time to move again.
Thanks for reading!