Relative Something

In my new exercise regimen, which has replaced participating in team sports, I am relegated to walking for a half-hour every day. I have been alternating between finding it a moderately pleasant chore, and an underwhelming task that can never adequately compare with my previous athletic activity. No matter how I frame it mentally, the physical activity is the same. I cannot deny the results. The pain I was  enduring before is reduced to the point that I now sometimes forget to be careful about how I move or what I lift. In a way, that ends up being a precarious place. I have been cleared to test out playing some soccer outdoors on grass. We’ll see about that.

Meanwhile, I try to remember to bring my camera with when I walk. Here is one view I have been experiencing lately. Out of the tunnel and through the woods. Onward, and upward. There are a lot worse predicaments I could be suffering. I know that.