I was thinking of walking this morning. I noticed yesterday that an elderly gentleman at church is now parking in the handicapped space at church. He used to park far away and walk so that others could park closer. He has been trying to act as if he doesn't need a cane for a long time now. I guess he finally had to give in to it. Then there is Joyce, whom I pick up for church on Sundays. She is an older lady who uses a walker cane to get around. She had knee surgery a while back but just isn't doing well. Some mornings she moves very slowly and often starts to fall over. My mother-in-law walks 3 miles in the morning with a neighbor. She keeps moving like she's still 20. A young neighbor around me walks by often, but never speaks. I try to say, "Good morning" but he just looks the other way. Friendly chap. I like to walk. I like looking around me. I like the change in my posture and the good breathing. But when I have to get 5 kids somewhere, I am glad we aren't walking.