I’m a firm believer that a brisk walk in the fresh air can
either cure or make endurable any malady - the exception being anything
gastro-intestinal. So, instead of
enjoying the last Toronto Power Walk of 2016, I’m writing this blogpost within
a safe distance to the bathroom - the joys of the season overdone, I’m
guessing. Still, there’s something
pleasant about still being in my bathrobe half-way through a Saturday morning.
So, I have no walk to write about. I thought perhaps a review of 2016? But in recalling the year, I realized that a
lot of our members have been dealing with illness, family difficulties and
deaths, providing super-human support for relatives both local and afar, job
problems and other difficulties. They
all say that having the TPW to rely on during this time has been essential.
So I think I’ll join the world in saying, “So long 2016, and
good riddance! Come on in, 2017!”
