I'm talking about the purposeful walking for my health walking. Don't want to do it. Don't like doing it.
I hate to sweat but I need to do it for my health. I have osteopenia, the preview to osteoporosis. I've had it a while. My numbers were a little worse this year. I need weight bearing exercise. I'm walking three days a week with my friend Jill. If I had to do it alone I wouldn't.
No pictures with this post. You can imagine, dragging out of bed, throwing on some clothes, brush the hair and teeth wash the face and find a coat. I'm not a morning person. I'm not mean in the morning like some in my family who will remain nameless. Jill meets me with a smile and she's excited about the route. She can talk the whole way without being winded. Did I mention I take baby aspirin with me and everywhere I go since Marlene's heart spasms. We walk about an hour. I should get a pedometer. I would be nice to know how far. Surely it' s about 2 miles. I must admit I feel pretty good later in the day.
Did I mention I'm a klutz. Always have been. I trip, stumble, stagger, and grab onto Jill if I think I'm going to fall. At my age that probably isn't going to change. I'm glad I have a walking buddy who will put up with that. When you see me ask me if I'm still walking. I hope I will be but it's a battle.
Are you taking care of yourself? As Martha would say, It's a good thing.