Walkies 3

Up and down, up and down, sauntering, cantering, running, galloping, trotting. I hope this doesn't like horses, or animals, for these are people out on a brisk morning walk.

This is the one-hour daily walk for most people, strangers to me. I hadn't been walking for a while now. The ball of my foot has been oozing blood because of cracked skin that worsened as I walked, but I am taking it easy even on the walk till things heal.

I do walk with a team, but they sort of leave, and I start to walk at my pace. I am still learning the ropes of the park, the different trails that exist. It's funny, but I thought they were made in a way so as to go around the park in both horizontal and circular ways to give walkers the stress that is required.

It is that that makes it longer, heaving and breathing as you pass one trail after another because they kind of follow one after the other. My back start to ach, my legs are being strained, though my feet are still ok. On suck walks you need to feel fatigue is forming to benefit from what you are doing.

I don't sit down these days, well only once, and just for a few minutes, the legs are seeming to get used to this kind of walking even if I took a week off.

Although I walk a good deal in the city, especially when I go out with friends, in the park, relatively large park amidst hanging trees, it's much better, because you are there for a cause and objective to do with your health.

Other people are running, young and old. "I'll be running," I think to myself. But this would really require a good deal of walking at a snappy pace, and could take many months.

My hour is nearly up. I have to start going to the car before the rest of the team descend upon me. I think to myself walking to the car which is at the end of the car park takes a good half a mile and for me, that's something good. Till next time on the walking trail!