Fearless walking

Often over my 58 years I have avoided walking anywhere with other  people. Pre-diagnosis it was simply not being able to explain why I had to stop on a hill or their pace was too fast, post-diagnosis it was easier not to. Today I marched 8km with a friend along the banks of the Thames and up to the top of Winter Hill near Cookham with no hint of reservation and no need of explanation. The feeling of regular exercise increased tolerance and keto freedom meant M was never a topic for discussion  and only for a short period did I fall behind the rapid pace we set. That was toward the top of a long incline. Pleased to say slowing was all I needed. Lovely...