The Walking Friend

Last week, my Walking Friend and I went walking. Walking is a vital part of the agenda when you call yourselves walking friends.

Walking Friend and I live across the street from one another. Sometimes we do a short run (45 minutes around the neighborhood) and sometimes a long haul (3 miles, with hills). We jabber away while we walk because we are friends and because walking while talking burns more calories. Walking and talking are two of my favorite activities. Walking and talking while eating a chocolate croissant would be my triple crown of favorite activities.

A few walks ago, I told Walking Friend a story about a woman named Diane. Continue reading “The Walking Friend”