From mid-September through early November a big day involved using a walker to take an extra trip from one part of the house to another. That distance was at most a couple of dozen feet. My walking baseline was set firmly at zero. During this time my right thigh and calf muscles atrophied until they were two full inches smaller in circumference than the left ones.
Today we, Jennifer, Fritzi the dog, and I, went on an actual walk. Our first together since the big break. Over the course of three-quarters of an hour, we walked about a mile and a half. There were frequent stops for Fritzi to sniff interesting to a dog things. There were other stops for her to add her own scent to the grasses.
The 4,120 steps were not the most I’ve taken in a single day. They are the most I’ve taken in one continuous walk. They are a few more steps on the recovery path.
Will there be a bicycle ride anytime in your near future?
Not near enough. Not until 2018. And that is with me hoping.