It's been awhile since I've gotten out for a good walk.
First, in mid-summer, town sidewalks feel like this:
Second, after thirty seconds or less, it feels like this is running down my back:
Third, my right hip feels like this (without the flowers):
Fourth, my To Do list looks like this:
Fifth, my energy level looks like this:
Did you spot the valid excuse?
The hip. I can find a way around all of these roadblocks except the hip. My bursitis was triggered by sitting for long hours in an uncomfortable chair at work a couple of weeks ago. I've been resting it as much as I can and hopefully I'll be back to my walks soon.
I can hardly wait.
And I can hardly believe I'm saying that. What started out as just a way to get exercise has become so much more, to the point where I get cranky when I can't get out. I guess that's good - not the cranky part, but the enjoyment part.
How about you? Have you ever started doing something because it was good for you, and then realized you had come to like it a lot?