I've always loved my walks and thought I still always walked. But once I really focused on it, I found I did not. Not really, just very short walks.
I know this is due to issues with my lungs. Damn cigarettes, I haven't smoked since 1993, and now I can't walk. My legs are fine, I skated all my young life, on hockey skates, I rode horses, I walked and hiked.
Because my land is hilly and at 4100 feet, my lungs get more of a workout than if I were to walk on the beach. So I don't walk very far when I walk.
I decided to get serious, put my pedometer in my pocket and walk every day. I'm now focusig on building up my endurance.
The other day, I walked in a snowstorm, not one of soft large snowflakeds, but of small and stingy ones, with a cold, strong wind lashing at my face, my cheeks bright red.
This was the best, most invigorating walk I've had in years.
And this is how the coyotes walk. It's hard to imagine how they are able to control their four paws to hit the ground like this.
