The first of this month, I decided that rather than put our rent check in the mail, I would walk it over to K’s house, as she lives a grand total of half a mile away. Then I kept going on up to the next county road, turned around and came back. I paid no attention to how long that took me, but I only went about a mile and a half total. When I was done I was absolutely wiped out and appalled by the fact.
It’s two weeks later. I just went out for a walk, as I’ve taken to doing daily. I covered about three miles all told, and I’m fine. If there weren’t other things for me to attend to, I could have kept going. There is no outwardly visible change yet, nor was I expecting any after so short a time. But I wasn’t expecting any perceptible change in stamina yet, either, and here it is. And since that was the point of this in the first place, I’m very pleased indeed.