“Hiking is a bit like life:

The journey only requires you to put one foot in front of the other…again and again and again.

And if you allow yourself the opportunity to be present throughout the entirety of the trek,

you will witness beauty every step of the way,

not just at the summit”

After months of intimacy with my recliner, I reached the conclusion that if I didn’t get up and engage in some form of exercise, I would become a marshmallow. I began slowly and gradually worked up to a mile every day.

It’s never easy but I manage with frequent breaks. And I can feel it in my legs. Even my breathing has improved.

I’m no longer a full size marshmallow. More like a mini-marshmallow.

I meet other huffers and puffers, just like me, along the way.

They come in all shapes, ages, colors, genders, and oddities.

I find the diversity of this bunch surprisingly interesting.

I shrewdly study each as we pass on the path. I try to peg them as we all do with each other. At least I think we do.

Here are a few of the types:

Eye Candy

Dog Walker

Old Guy (my category)

Eye Candy

Couples

More Eye Candy

Stay tuned for more tales of the trail.

“We don’t stop hiking because we grow old –

We grow old because we stop hiking.”