Walking has always been a problem for me, what with gait and balance issues. That said, it didn’t bother me much as a child, or at least I can’t remember it doing so. Now an old biddy, joints ache, knees give way and I fall now and again – but I get up and just carry on. I know that in part, this is my fault for since retiring I have become sedentary and ‘use it or lose it’ kicks in and walking is tiring, not quite painful – but I ache and tire like crazy. Only this weekend I have realised that only I can address this and I have begun to walk around the house for five minutes every two hours, but this eventually will become every hour and I will benefit from this. I will become fitter.
But you my love, I remember walking with you. I remember you walking me to the bus stop when we first met. I remember you walking me home after our first date and how you shook my hand at my front door and I thought I’d never see you again – but I did. I remember how thrilled we were when our sons took their first steps and I remember walking (secretly) behind them when they wanted to walk to school alone. I now walk (reluctantly) into your care home to visit you, for I find it hard to bear that most of the time you don’t know who I am.
Oh those little steps,
salad days then summer till
autumn befalls us…
For dVerse where Björn asks us to write about walking.
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