Today while zooming around the interior of the largely vacant Frisco Station Mall, I pondered the bounciness of my gait.
Zooming might be an exaggeration, I actually sort of lurch like a person with a wooden leg which is slightly longer than the real one.
The issue: my left knee and ankle don’t bend as much as they ought to when I take a step – the result: a pirate-like lurch.
My left leg is much like Fred Flintstone’s car, a lot of work goes into getting it moving.
Consciously considering each step is tiresome enough without breaking each one down into: hip, knee, ankle, heel, and toe.
Other than maybe humming, I cannot integrate other activity when I walk pretty.
If I try to talk while walking either the conversation or gait suffers.
I could go back to physical therapy to improve my gait but the thought alone exhausts me. I’d be battling muscle-memory from the past five years. I’m confident my gait will improve with time and conscious practice.
Best thing I can do is keep on walking pretty.