Saturday, September 12, 2020

Bridge Walking

Goof up alert!! New computer; changes in Blogger; Right now I am giving up on font, spacing and other aberrations that don't show up til I hit publish. I will keep trying!


Hubby has been been helping me rebuild physical stamina through early morning walks on the high bridge over Biloxi Back Bay. 

Lovely views of the curved beach, beachfront homes and the yacht club with colorful sailboats spice up what for me is a grueling uphill trek. 

Weather permitting, we go Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. The routine is up early, throw on clothes and go sans makeup. 

Hubby makes the trek doable by helping me go from the parking area up steps to the bridge and over to the concrete barrier that separates car traffic from walkers, joggers and cyclists. That barrier also helps me balance. I touch the top with my right hand as I walk.

Hubby walks beside me when I'm feeling a bit off balance. And his conversation diverts my attention from the weakness that makes me feel like I will never make it even to the one-tenth mile marker.

When I have gone as far as I feel I safe, he helps me cross over to the other side of the walkway. That side sports a metal bannister, perfect for holding onto. I can take bigger strides with more confidence as I head back down the bridge.

In 2015, four years post-stroke, I had worked up to just past the seven-tenths mile marker. I was determined to make it all the way across and back, a 3.4 mile distance. But that same year 
I started falling. 

Physical therapy helped. Later that year I finally worked up enough gumption to try the bridge again. On my first attempt a brisk wind nearly toppled me. 

Fear reigned. It has taken me almost five years to move past that fear. Hubby and I have been walking the bridge again for six weeks, going a little farther each trip. 

On the days I feel steadier, I release Hubby from Nanny duty so he can enjoy the views or walk ahead. I know he is always keeping an eye on me, though.
 
So far I have made it past the three-tenths mile marker three times, each time a little farther.  By the time we make it back to our van, my trusty iPhone registers more than one mile. 

Slow but satisfying!

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6 comments:

  1. Way to go! Your determination and the help of your husband will take you far. I admire your determination to keep going a little farther each day.

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  2. Congratulations for not giving up, like many would! Your husband is a wonderful encourager!

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  3. So happy to see you pop up here and to read your are once again walking that bridge. I remember the struggle when you did it before. i am impressed at the mile you walk.. keep on keeping on.. hugs and prayers

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  4. Oh I am so happy to see this new post.
    With Hurricane Sandy coming your way, I have been so concerned.
    Congratulations on your stick-to-it-ness...
    Keep it up. I can see that it is difficult but you have such a wonderful man by your side..Team work..that's what it takes.
    Your post came out fine..so glad to be able to read it.
    Sue

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  5. I am glad to see this post. Not glad that you had the set back, but glad you are back able to try again. It takes so much will power to keep struggling.

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  6. Olá, bom dia. Eu estou fazendo uma campanha para arrecadar fundos para voltar para minha terra. Porque estou com problema de saúde e gostaria de ficar perto da minha família. Desde já agradeço! muito obrigada... E se você puder colaborar clique no link abaixo:https://www.kickante.com.br/campanhas/lupus-fibromialgia-nao-consigo-trabalhar

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