One might have described what I was doing as strolling, or sauntering.
At some points I may have even appeared to be rambling.
But, walking? No, I certainly wasn’t walking, at least as compared to the group.
I may as well have been crawling.
Just let me say that the pace was a tad quick. And me? I’m a tad slow. In fact, I’m more than a tad slow. I am v-e-r-y slow. My nickname was “Christmas” for a time growing up, because it took me so long to finish, move. I was deliberate, is all.
I was going to have to step up my game if I had any hope of
How these folks can walk and talk still
Maybe a few more outings I will be able to talk while I walk.
Then again, maybe I’ll just focus on the walking. The quick pace further fuels the klutz factor. I haven’t tripped (too much) yet, but it’s only a matter of time, maybe.