I need to move. Not my home, but my body. I can be diligent about working out with the right partner, but it has been decades since I have had the right partner. As the summer began and I considered my schedule and how I would fit into my day the things I want to accomplish I was longing for a workout partner. Ideally I'd go to the gym, where I have a shamelessly good deal of a membership ($2/year for the rest of my life). But my friends who go there, even though they invited me to join them, go right about the time I arrive at work. I cannot drag myself there by myself, because a lonely workout is a long workout, especially in the land of the surgically enhanced.

So ask me how happy I was when a friend of mine asked me on Sunday if I would be free to walk with her in the mornings before I go to work. At exactly the perfect time. Thrilled! And it's been fabulous so far, except for the ache of my crunchy kneecaps every day. By about 5p.m. it starts to wear off.

I don't care. I'm happy to be doing something that is good for me physically, socially and emotionally.

Wahoo!