My name is H.A. Larson and I am a Woman of a Particular Age. I occasionally write ghostly and horror novellas, as well as some editorials for different publications, from my desk in the Midwest. I'm a hiker, adventurer, and traveler. I'm an ex-pat in-training that likes wine and Renaissance Faires. I'm a music fanatic and I much prefer a book over television.
Remember when my whole life was hyper-focused on walking and hiking? Yeah, well...me too.
See, here's the thing. Last year was a bitch and, as a result, I got lazy and put some weight back on. Then, when I was moving back in April/May, I tore the meniscus in my right knee. At first, I thought I had strained a muscle, so I let it go for a few months before I went to the doctor to take care of it. This only contributed to the laziness that had taken over my life. Just when it was feeling a bit better, I took a nasty fall and reinjured it all over again. Laziness covered me like a big comfy blanket, and I refused to get out from under it.
And you know what? I was really feeling it. My mind and body were both feeling it. It didn't feel good.
Over the weeks, I began to notice that my knee was finally on the mend. The twice-daily dose of two Aleve tablets turned into one Aleve tablet twice a day and then, I didn't need any Aleve at all.
I began hiking once or twice on the weekends, taking easier trails and flatter paths.
Recently, though, I started doing something I haven't done in well over a year: I started taking short walks on my lunch break again.