WALKING

I've started my walking routine again after a long, walkless summer. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I get my walk on, albeit slowly, but it's coming back.

My knees and ankles crackle and pop. My calves are tight and ache. I rarely make it farther than Starbucks. I'm exhausted by the time we get back to the church. I sweat, not perspire, like a criminal chased by a newly promoted detective.

I love it.

The outside. The laughs. The beach. The surfers. The Pier. The dolphins. The friends. The coffee. The walk.

A Roderick at peace . . . indeed.