That's what I miss right now. Mike and I used to walk almost every night. Me and him. We walked in the rain the night before he died. I miss having that connection to someone that I can walk with and share stuff that we wouldn't share with anyone else. We walked through trouble with the kids, job losses, health issues with our parents, sadness, anger, and happiness. In many ways, it kept us strong as a couple.
Now, I'd like to walk for my health. But, I don't like to walk alone. So, I'm going to drag out the old treadmill and see if I can figure out a place where I can set it up and actually put it to good use...and not as a clothes hanger.
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