I mentioned that to the folks and one Christmas they gave me a pedometer. I set it, then started walking. Walking a lot. Walking more. One especially good walk on a bright winter day in the West HIlls, likely not too far from the house Art Alexakis sang about in "I Will Buy You A New Life," I hit 13,000 steps*. That included walking up a two-story-high outdoor staircase in those hills.
I've said it before: I'm so glad I made walking a habit. Now we're to another period of careful walking, because it's warmer and sunnier. More walking with caps, hats and/or sunblock so I, at most, get a little pinker instead of redder. (Or maybe I'll darken slightly. It's possible. I managed that last summer. I managed that carefully.) And walking's another chance to read: I'm decent at reading-while-walking. I can even do that with big-ass hardcovers, though of course paperbacks are easier. And I want to pick up my reading pace: lately I've been a little pokey. Not too long ago I took over a week to read Stephen King's Firestarter, and usually I can devour 100 to 200 pages of King a day.
So. Exercising my legs, exercising my mind. That's the goal. No, those are two goals. (See? Still sharp!)
* Not with my face.