Eventually, almost everyone succumbs, and I finally did this past weekend. So I called my doctor's nurse Monday morning for a bit of advice: Mucinex (check), drink plenty of hot fluids (check), Vitamin C (check), and get plenty of rest (in between fits of coughing?). 'What about going for a bicycle ride?' I asked her […]

Eventually, almost everyone succumbs, and I finally did this past weekend.
So I called my doctor's nurse Monday morning for a bit of advice: Mucinex (check), drink plenty of hot fluids (check), Vitamin C (check), and get plenty of rest (in between fits of coughing?).
'What about going for a bicycle ride?' I asked her before hanging up the telephone.
She said, 'It probably won't hurt any. Just listen to your body.'
I was feeling much more energetic when I posed that question.
But, this evening, my body told me, 'Go for a long walk.' This morning, I had accidentally pulled a muscle before work. In the past, a good walk had helped this.
So I walked. And walked. And walked. About an hour. It was a pleasant evening with light northerly winds, and several others were out walking.
Like the black and white cat of Champa Street, who I stopped to pet. (I don't know his/her name. I just say, 'Hello black and white cat.')
I next passed the male half of the husband-wife walking duo I used to see regularly when I walked the dog. 'It's a nice evening,' I commented as we passed each other. 'It's tolerable,' he replied.
Champa Street met Myrtle Street, which spilled into Curtis, and the surface was softer, dirt, for several blocks. I thought of what Petr Hrozny told me this past September while we were walking together in the Jizera Mountains near Liberec and Jablonec, Czechia: 'It's a lot easier to walk on the ground than in the city.' Yes, it is. Connecting feet directly with earth is always the best option.
Another segment of the walk, which skirted along the north and east edges of Pratt, provided another break from the pavement. I descended into Dry Creek, which borders the housing addition of the same name. This is a very sandy walk and provides an opportunity, if you so choose, to walk beneath the new bridge that leads from Maple Street to Highway 61. I used to walk the dogs here when we first moved to Pratt 17 years ago.
All in all, it was a good walk, and by the time I finished, my body told me, 'We are tired now. We need go to bed even earlier then we have the past three nights.'