Well, I’ve already walked about 5 miles this morning‒that’s the distance from the house to the train station.  I gave myself a break yesterday, since I had exercised pretty seriously for 4 days before that, but it seemed a shame not to take advantage of at least the slight improvement in my condition over the past several days.  I considered biking, which would have taken about a third as much time as walking, but I just get nervous when I’m biking.

No matter how much I do it‒and there have been times when I did it a lot‒biking always feels profoundly unnatural and uncomfortable to me, and I’m always worried about getting a flat tire or having some kind of accident, like the time I flipped over on a bike and fractured my right scapula.  I also worry about locking the bike up at the train station, because even if I secure it thoroughly, with the two thick cables and the U-lock that I have, it can still be vandalized.

At least with walking, there is no serious maintenance other than maintaining my body, and to that end I have spandex braces on both ankles and my left knee, and these seem to be helpful.  My boots are good quality, so they’re not going to give out all of a sudden (like even a good bike tire can do) and I’m trying hard to keep from exacerbating my underlying arthroses‒thus the spandex.

My feet and ankles and knees are less troubled now than they were on Monday, and if I can keep this up, they should adapt more and more, asymptotically approaching some optimal configuration.

It didn’t hurt‒so to speak‒that I woke up at about 2 am today, and after a while decided I might as well just get up, get ready, and walk the 5 miles to the train.  It wasn’t as though I was going to be late, just later than I usually am.

Yesterday at work was pretty stressful, and I felt very tense, especially for the first part of the day, when a few people asked how I was.  I mean, my boss called it a vacation, but it was not that.  It was an emergency mental health break, and it was far from adequate, though it did provide some help.

I like to say that I don’t need a vacation, I need a dirt vacation, which is like a dirt nap but longer, if that’s even possible.

I finished filling out the pre-appointment questionnaires for my autism assessment this Friday, and now all I can do is wait.  I’ve not really done a video appointment before; I’m not sure that I will like it.  Or, rather, I’m not sure how natural it will feel to me.  I mean, I guess it really isn’t “natural” in a certain sense of the word.  But from another point of view, it is natural, because everything is natural.  Anything that actually exists is part of nature.  Nothing unnatural exists, not can it exist.

I intend, at least half-heartedly, to walk back from the train station this evening.  This would mean that, even if I get a lift to the station from work, I would (will) have walked about 11 miles today.  That’s something of a long distance, though it’s not as far as I walked Monday, and then I only took three 19-minute breaks, whereas today I have the train ride(s) and, of course, work in between the two main legs of the journey.

I want to get to the point where I’m fit (and thin) enough that my joints and so on are no longer bothered by the walking, but have adapted well enough that I can walk indefinitely.  Of course, it would be nice also to be able to do a little jogging now and then.  And if I have trouble, I can always hop on one of those horses that wishes turn into and which beggars ride.

I am also receiving a pair of “trek poles” today, which are being delivered to the office.  I’m hoping these will help me avoid overtaxing my lower body and will make walking more of a total body workout.  We’ll see.  I may hate using them.  I may love using them.

The latter would obviously be nice, because then I would be more inclined to stick with my “program” and keep exercising regularly.  I’d like to get used to it all at least before the weather down here gets truly hot and humid.  I can readily handle that if I’m already in shape, but if not, it just makes things more difficult.

I sound relatively optimistic, at least for me, this morning, don’t I?  Perhaps I have already begun to develop some of that “runner’s” high‒or walker’s high in this case.  I used to get that in spades when I ran longish distances.  By the end of my runs, I felt like a superhero.

We’ll see if I ever get that feeling again, or any other truly positive feelings like joy, friendship, love, enthusiasm, positive anticipation…what have you.  Or will I just need to take that dirt vacation after all?  I suppose I can only wait and see.