I walked again last night. I took a different path which contained a lot more hills and a lot more douchebags than my usual path. My knee and ankle both felt fine the whole time I walked, which was a blessing. This morning my knee is sore, but when I say it's sore I don't mean it's so horrible I can't walk on it. I mean it's just a tad achy.
I can handle just a tad achy.
I walked for thirty minutes last night. It was late and getting dark and the children had homework. I felt like I could have gone further though.
I feel I am ready to walk for an hour at a time each time. I did that last Saturday, despite falling and hurting myself, so I'm sure I can do it when I'm not hobbling in pain.
After I do that for two weeks, I'm going to download a training plan. The internet is full of them, but they all recommend you are at a point at which you feel comfortable walking for one hour at a time before you start.
I'm almost there.
Well, I probably AM there. But I don't have confidence in myself yet. So I'll say I'm almost there.