My cold is better, and I'm still high on a sense of freedom. My plan to exercise is getting a slow start, so I set out for a walk this morning. It's a nice day for walking; the sidewalks aren't particuarly icy or snow-covered, and I headed south on Bank Street.
I am so very out of shape. It's almost a year since I regularly walked to work, or walked on a regular basis at all; and I've spent a good part of the past week in bed. I walked for an hour. I went at top speed, which sadly, is currently indistinguishable from a slow crawl. I am tired.
What a wimp.
Give me a few weeks of practice walking daily and I'll be back in fine form.