It’s not a far distance. But the motion of real actual steps, up and down the plentiful hills, makes a difference.
The weather was good enough, and the day long enough, that I walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time for the season.
It’s different muscles, you know. My ankles in particular wanted to know what the heck I was doing; down the hills harder going than up.
Mom and Dad were out of town (they’re back now; I’m not revealing secrets). I popped over to check on things, bring in the mail since the postal service seems to have flubbed their stoppage. This time I went on foot.
And that meant when I went in to drop off the accumulated mail I could also steal a water and some Advil to ease the angry ankle. (I confessed this great crime at the time. Pretty sure the folks won’t be pressing charges for it. Or so I hope.)
Anyway, spring is here. And the cicadas were still some time away. So all that was good!
(PS day 2 post-shot = still feeing just fine!)