Went out for my walk yesterday afternoon, fully intending to do the whole village triangle. But by the time I got two hundred yards it was obvious that wasn't going to happen, as I was finding it quite a struggle to keep going. Determination is a wonderful thing and I made it a little past the day before's walk. The return trip was worse - sometimes I barely made fifty yards before having to stop for a rest (fortunately the walker has an integral seat). I felt fine the rest of the day, all I needed was ten minutes in the recliner chair. All very strange and I don't understand it at all.
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