Walking

 

The pulmonary nurse practitioner said I must use my inhaler and walk to avoid progressive lung disease. Enough to kind of scare me straight. To walking more.
 

I've love my walks and thought I still always walk. But once I really thought about it, I found I do not. Not really, just 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 in the mountains, my lungs get more of a workout than if I were to walk on the beach. Still, my walks were not long. 

So I decided to get serious, I have my pedometer in my pocket and will try to walk every day. Inside if the weather is really bad. 

I'm 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, turning my cheeks bright red. 

This was the best, most invigorating walk I've had in years. 

This is how coyotes walk. It's hard to imagine four paws made this straight line, isn't it?