One of the main reasons I wanted to live here in the middle of nowhere was the mountain walks (oh, and the ski-ing. And the chocolate. And the wine. And the cheese. And the wine. OK there were lots of reasons. But walking was one of them…). When we first got here I was up those mountains like a little mountain goat (me leading the way, Alpine Boy trailing behind being bribed with biscuits, Alpine Girl sleeping in a sling like a snuggly little joey). And with Alpine Boy at school, Alpine Girl and I had been doing harder and faster walks than I ever could with a three-year old lagging behind me.
But not so much, recently. I somehow lost my walking mojo. Continue reading