I don’t know what’s more fun; getting old, or whining about getting old.
Within the first 30 seconds of my walk today, my right ankle, my right knee, and my left hip were all feeling a little bit less than ideal.
I hoped they would start to feel better as I eased into my walk, but no such luck. 30 minutes later I arrived at home, feeling no better, and fortunately, no worse.
I think I’ll use my time-honored tradition of not doing anything different and hoping that everything simply heals itself.
If that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll have to start walking for 45 minutes…