I haven’t quite recovered, um, very much at all of my lung capacity (I understand they’re full of phlegm. Lovely). I haven’t stopped coughing. I’m giving myself a headache with all the coughing! Believe me, I’m very good at coughing. I almost invariably get A Bad Cough with a cold, and it quite often develops into an inability to talk for a few days. But I digress; talking isn’t the problem. I can always write with a chinagraph pencil on my map case if I’ve got something important to say, can’t I? (Note to self: find chinagraph pencil.)
I am seriously concerned about my ability to breathe well enough to tackle those hills. I expect I’ll be able to do it… won’t I? I had a brisk walk or two today (ok, one was only as far as the polling station, but one deliberately involved a short but steep hill), and I was breathing hard way too soon.
Maybe I’ll try yoga breathing exercises.
And to cap it all off, my ‘spare’, lightweight walking boots (I wasn’t intending on carrying them, but they were still in reserve in my mind) had a mishap this morning. One of the lace hooks sheared off when I was fumbling the lace around it. They aren’t very old. They are the second pair of these I have had – the same thing happened to the other pair, so I got them replaced. I have never had lace hooks shear off before. I am, quite frankly, appalled.
Ah well. I suppose they weren’t a brilliant fit. Maybe I can get a better pair with the refund.
But as far as Just Walk goes: I haven’t given up yet! I’ve got all of Friday to recover still!