I walk… a lot.

I walk… a lot.

To celebrate turning 50 years old, I walked the length of Scotland. 290 kilometers, from Glasgow to Inverness. It took me 13 days to complete

overlooking Loch Lomond

Last year, when it was suggested I walk sixty-six thousand steps on my 66^th birthday, I did it.

This year’s birthday meant I had to do sixty-seven thousand steps. Well of course I did it.

I walk… a lot.

It’s not just about marking milestones.

Walking is my medicine. It’s how I deal with my depression. Walking keeps me alive.

The added benefit is when I’m out there I take pictures.

The best medicine is when my pictures make people happy. That is my motivation.

It’s not the steps, but the result. Hopefully adding a little bit more happiness to this world.

I’m eternally grateful to be in a position to keep walking. And even more grateful for what it does to my mind, my body, my spirit. My happiness.

I know it’s a long stride to get there, but it works for me.

Funny fact, I am a bit competitive. At the end this year’s birthday trek, when I got home from the pub and all the birthday merriment, I noticed I only needed 1,500 more steps to reach 70,000. I went out for a quick stroll to hit the milestone.

I walk… a lot.