Look, I’m not an idiot.
I absolutely must walk a few miles every day.
But at age 77, I’m not taking any chances of slipping on the snow or ice.
I’ve had a broken elbow. I’m not interested in a reprise by hiking through the park when the pavement is partly covered with frozen stuff.
So, as I’ve done for years under such weather conditions, I headed for Glenbrook mall on the other side of the city.
Three things I’m sure of. First, no matter how early, it will be open, dry and safe for walkers. Second, I won’t be the only geezer walking briskly around this half-mile route.
Third, my mall walk will be the most boring thing I do all day.
For exercise, the mall just can’t compete with the park. Yes, even in the winter when the leaf-bare trees have taken on a ghostly aura. Yes, even when the temperature is near zero.
All I ask is dry pavement. Then I head out, dressed in multiple layers of pants, sweatshirts and scarves. Believe it or not, Foster Park is still alive as Julie Andrews might well sing with the sound of music.
Sparrows, squirrels and a few crows never fail to greet me.
After such an outing, I return back to our ranch house tired but exhilarated.
Now my physical therapist advises me that I can resume jogging in March. I can tell my stress fractured heel remains tender.
Yet despite my dislike of driving across town to walk at the mall, I’m still thankful I’ve got a place to walk. It’s safe. Like all shopping malls, our mall has a huge bookstore.
I got 30 percent off the new John Irving novel. So this otherwise unwelcome trek, had an nice bonus. I see it’s nearly time for the PBS New Hour.
All in all, despite the snow and ice, I’d have to say it’s been a good day.