Somehow, when I begin to walk, my stride is something to be um...noticed? Back in the day when we had no other means of transportation, it was nothing for us to walk three to five miles to get where we needed to go, and back again. It was what We Did.
Now, I can walk downhill to get where I need to go, but I also need to make sure that the way home is within the time frame that will put me on the correct bus to get me home...
I’m too old for this stuff...
I know that feeling. Time to find new stuff...