Another acronym for PMA aka Positive Mental Attitude.
I have been commended on my increase in speed on my sticks and confess that once I get the rhythm right, there’s no stopping me (apart from the Ow word).
Basically I have been clomping to the tune of Jake The Peg, a novelty hit in 1980 for the now disgraced entertainer Rolf Harris.
Rather than three legs though, I have four, using two to support the bad knee. It works anyway, and I am getting about quite well really.
When Hubby first had his problems, we used to set target distances and I remember the great sense of achievement he felt when he reached the wall at the end of the beach huts down at Hamworthy Park.
The footpath runs adjacent to the beach here.
Yesterday, I set myself a similar challenge when we went to Gloucester and walked along the canal path from the supermarket. It was all practically flat and I set my sights at the end of the path by the lifting bridge.
Maggie was allowed off lead and made the most of it, smelling everything possible but coming to heel when we called her to keep out of the way of cyclists.
I made it, but of course there is the return journey and I had to stop for a breather.
Back at the car, Hubby got the painkillers out and I didn’t argue.
Saying Ow didn’t help much.
Today I have walked up to the car park three times (the fourth will be for Maggie’s final wee) and done a little bit of shopping with Hubby.
Our boat is along the furthest pontoon right at the other end (not in this picture).
No painkillers at all today, so I’m getting there, but I’m not daft enough to try and run before I’m ready!
Hubby is still calling me Hop-a-long to my calling him Speedy!