Nope. Not gonna happen. I've decided walking gives me too much time to think. Maybe this wasn't a good day to try it, after an emotional and stressful night with my family last night. Or maybe I shouldn't have chosen a route that took me by the spot where I found my crippled, blind, senile old dog about this time last year. I have no idea what took me that direction. I hadn't been there in a year. And I didn't set out with any destination in mind. But as soon as I started rounding that pond, I remembered finding Annie there last year (after she had been missing for days), struggling but failing to get up at the sound of my voice. And I burst into tears which kept flowing for the next mile and a half.
Back to running for me.
