A nice man stopped to ask how many miles I walk each morning.  I see his truck pass often, but I thought it was nice to have someone stop to say hi.  I hope he has a nice day.  I thought about telling him how I’d lost so much weight and how my health journey was partly sparked by turning 44 and realizing that Grandpa Fuchs died at 45, and Dad started having heart attacks regularly in his 40s.  I don’t know if I will have staved off those things, but it did start to narrow my perspective and remind me that I probably won’t live forever, despite my insistence to do so.  So, no, I just chose mild self-deprecation instead, downplaying my 2 miles as trivial before he moved on.

Justin joined me on my walk again this morning, but he only got in one mile.  He didn’t sleep again last night, a problem he’s been having.  It’s hard to be productive with such a small amount of sleep.

The world is muddy today.  I wasn’t entirely sure how much it had rained last night, but more than I anticipated.  It made my paths awkward and short, so I had to just do the small bit in front of the house.  And really that was fine.  It had been a few days since I did that one.

[Walk #79]