It’s been three months since I hurt myself. I haven’t been walking since because a.) it scared me, b.) it hurt like a mo-fo, c.) Lily had a gymnastics class at the same time of my walking group, so I hid out there and d.) did I mention that it scared me?
Tuesday we finally got back to it and showed up at 10am to meet the walking group. Nobody came. Meh. OK, we’ll just walk on our own, yo. We don’t need no stinking friends. We were walking at the bay and the breeze coming off the water was so crisp and cool that I was in heaven after all the heat we’ve been suffering through. There was an area where about twenty boats were moored on the sand and I had to stop and listen to the song they were making. The halyards were tinging against the masts in the wind, creating this amazing symphony of tones that I could have listened to all day. Alas, it was only about thirty seconds before Lily asked me what I was doing standing there silent and urged me to get moving. Sigh. Fine. But I took some photos on the way back, just to remind me. Besides, that delightful wind was pushing into the stroller as I walked back and I really needed the break.
Overall, I walked a little over two miles and while my leg was unhappy, I’m not in too much pain. YAY!