Just spent two glorious days in Catalina, paradise within the paradise that SoCal already is. The island is, with few exceptions, pedestrians only, and aside from a trip via golf cart from the pier to our B&B, we walked everywhere. Fortunately, everything's pretty concentrated in Catalina's primary city of Avalon. But day two was filled with a lot of shopping and sightseeing that meant a lot more walking than I'm used to lately.
And guess what? I didn't die! I'm achy, to be sure, even a couple of days later. But I'm happy to say that the added pain isn't from the strain on my back so much as a kind of post-workout soreness. I didn't set out to break any personal records, but this is probably the longest sustained walk I've undertaken since the seizure, and it gives me the kick in the pants I need to do it more often. Which I definitely need...
