We have reached the lowlands between downs and the Emyn Muil. I feel like we've been on this journey forever and that every time there is a little progress, something causes a delay. We began paddling this evening and the banks are becoming stony.
That is how I feel, actually. Between the lung issues, the worry about my heart, the heel pain, and the other things that seem to be happening around me, it does feel like there is a humongous amount of delaying for everything. Even so, I want to keep going. I started out with this in order to make my way through Middle Earth and that's what I still intend to do. One step at a time.
It was suggested to me that I get a pedometer and start keeping track of how much I walk throughout the day, but the reliable ones are more than I want to pay and the cheap ones aren't accurate. So I'll just keep going for walks when I can and go from there.
Over the last several months, I've gone for walks around the neighborhood, back & forth to the bus stops, and to the store. While I didn't log each and every one of the miles in here, I did keep them in a notebook. Since November I've logged 32.3 miles. That hardly seems like a drop in the bucket, but it is still something.
Onward, shall we?