My little unofficial rehab program goes on. I managed to walk roughly 1.25 or so miles to the park and back today, on a roundabout route including some uphill walking, with less shortness of breath than I expected and no other potential problems I could find.
My legs ache, though. Tough beans to them.
Still, I couldn't go much farther, and feel satisfied with this pathetic jaunt. Yeah, I, who used to toss off four-mile walks as if they were nothing. Wimp.
Took my camera, too, but found little to aim it at...
I need more warm and pretty in my life. And that's all I have to say on the subject.
5 comments:
It was you, in part, who had me walking the four miles or so to my post office awhile back, and I was sore for days afterward. Now I am trying to do about what you did today on a daily basis awhile.
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A mile you are walking already? Good job! and feel lucky...I can only do three to four blocks without getting short of breath.
Take it easy tough guy! You have already proved to the whole world how tough you are by coming back from the dead - we don't want any set backs now do we?
Yeah, what she said! Try to remember you were DEAD a week ago, right? But bravo on all the efforts to do something good for yourself... I think it's quite likely to have broader benefits, beyond "just" the health ones.
ptolemy & kelly -- There's some kind of inner compulsion driving me, and I don't know how to explain it completely. I never was athletic, and don't aspire to be now, but the fear of ending up a bedridden wreck is pretty strong.
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