Well, those braces won't work. I am too fat, and they horribly constrict my lower thigh. Shoot. I went walking anyway, but at a much slower pace today. And iced my knees for 20 minutes the second I came home. They're all right now. Am looking forward to those new shoes.
One thing I've been meaning to relate about my Prairie Path walks. The path is right under a glide path for O'Hare. Many years ago I took an antiques class at Willowbrook High School on Tuesday nites, and that's when I first noticed this phenomenon. When you look to the southwest, and can pinpoint exactly where the planes are coming from, it's quite a thrill to see that pinprick, that tiny dot, appear in the sky, or if there happen to be clouds, then you see the entire plane suddenly loom in the sky. It's sort've like a Star Trek thing, you can imagine that the plane is dropping out of warp drive into our time. First there is nothing, then there is something, seemingly out of nowhere. And I can experience this walking down the Prairie Path. But only going west.
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