I walked briskly for seventeen minutes this morning. I wore my brown tennis shoes. Perhaps later today I will walk again wearing my white tennis shoes. I didn't find it as boring walking briskly as walking determinedly. I don't know why that would be. Exercise where nothing is accomplished is difficult for me. Yeah, I know I've whined about it before. But I am signed up for excursions to really interesting places and I started wondering if I would miss the interesting places and just rejoin the group on their way back.
I also don't know which of my walking shoes are the best for my reluctant feet. I also have a really nice pair of golf shoes, but they are heavy and I don't want to haul them around in my suitcase if I can wear something lighter. Yes, I know barefoot would be lighter, but ragged, bloody feet aren't on my list of decorative wear. I've tried it already and didn't like it. In fact, it took a long time to get my feet back to looking human and it wasn't from walking over old lava flows.
Also, I went to bed at 11 p.m. and got back up at 12:30. My husband said I still wasn't in bed at 2:30. He woke me up at 6:30 a.m. because I call Mama at 7:00 A.M. so I didn't get much sleep. I'm not convinced exercise helps me sleep because sometimes when I've exercised my legs want to twitch, jerk, or cramp. I think I might sleep tonight just because I didn't sleep much last night.
My husband said, "Old people don't need much sleep." What a charmer.
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