|We get some pretty ones around here|
Not me, though. My knees won't take it, and I'm gingerly walking longer distances without using the brace, since I'm not in any pain. I carry it with me, however, and slap it on at the first sign of any discomfort. I was able to get in more than two hours of fast walking today and it feels fine. But I'm still not going to train for a marathon and will take care of myself with shorter pursuits.
It reminds me that once, long ago, I decided to run a marathon and began training for it. Every time I would get above 30 miles in a week, I'd get injured. And now several decades have gone by to remind me that I no longer have to even try. Tomorrow, however, I'm going out with some friends to experience a new hike and enjoy these waning summer days.
The clouds will return, and I'll be happy to see them, too. But for now, sunscreen and my wide-brimmed hat will join me. My raincoat hangs dejectedly in the closet, but I've assured it that it won't be long now.