Wind, wind, blow away

I am determined to find walking partners. I am not beneath stooping to bribery. I manage to talk a friend into meeting me at a park today for a short walk. She debates the wisdom of the idea when the 50 mph winds appear, but I am firm about beginning this necessary exercise program. I will not let a little wind deter me.

We head into the full force of the wind right from the start. Our words are tossed about in gusts that splatter our hair against our cheeks and toss dirt and debris thither and yon. We keep turning our heads aside to be able to take in a breath without drowning in air. Tears trickle down our red cheeks, but we tough it out. We wander about following different paths until I know it is time to head back to the cars.

Good thing the wind is at our backs now, blowing us along. My friend is a fast walker, pushed into quicker gaits by the cold wind. My legs and ankles are screaming for relief. I finally admit I have to go slower, and she understands, but I suspect it is torture for her, especially given the weather conditions.

With all the fighting against the wind, I didn't have time to think about other impacts until I am safely tucked in my car, out of the force of the unrelenting wind. I expect to be exhausted, coughing worse, short of breath. But I am surprised to find that the blood is pumping and I am energized. I am breathing deeply. This is good. This is what I wanted to experience. Yes,

She has agreed to meet me next Saturday as well. I hope she will keep me at it until it becomes second nature for me. One good stroll a week to flush out my system and invigorate and strengthen my muscles. At least until summer camping kicks in!