My mom is a fast walker. Always has been. (Whereas, my dad was more of a saunter-er. Made trips to the mall or Great America or anywhere difficult ... as my sister and I would have to sort of fill the gap inbetween.) At my heaviest, and well into my get-fit-extravaganza, I had a hard time keeping up with her.
This morning she suggested an early morning walk on the beach and I jumped at the chance. We laced up and headed toward the shoreline.
After 30 minutes or so, she said, "I think we should turn back."
And I looked at her. She was sweating. Whoops. I think I may have accidentally forgoten she is almost 70. The trip back to our condo was a little slower.
I sure hope I'm moving that far and fast in 25 more years.
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