I’m not fit.  I admit it.  I used to at least walk five nights a week but I gave it up when I discovered my bad cholesterol never budged.

But I have excuses.

First, my legs are thislong.  But there are other shorties out there walking and even part of the swisher crowd (what’s the swisher crowd?  Check out a female jogger with her hair pulled back into a ponytail).

Second, my asthma makes me feel like… well, when I’m walking an elephant can’t exactly sit on my chest, now can it?  It’s like an elephant blocks my way.  No, that’s not right.  That would just stop me cold.  It’s more like I’m dragging and elephant behind me.  There’s a lot of heavy breathing involved and I get lapped.  A lot.

Third, ever since I spent my year on Paxil, I get vertigo.  One might not have anything to do with another but I can’t even ride a bike anymore. And anytime I’m on uneven surfaces I have to slow down even more.  So, basically snails lap me by this point.

Why am I bringing all this up?

Because I am going on a hike.  With other people.  Fit people.

I tried to get out of it but there was sound logic behind the invite.

To make a long story short, I need to know this area for next year.  Yep, I’m the only hope.  Yeah, that makes me nervous too.  That never works out so well.

So, I am practicing.  I went to the college yesterday and walked around the naturalistic track twice.  Yes, I was lapped by the college track team, an acquaintance, and several older couples.

Today, my allergies have made me miserable.  I just took some Benadryl.   So this post might end abruptly.

Here are some pictures from my walk yesterday.