July 16, 2026. Waialae Beach Park.

I know that its time to start walking again, so I pushed out of the house this morning about 20 minutes before sunrise. Cane and camera in hand. A few small dog biscuits in my pocket, just in case.

Now I’m the old geezer in the park walking slowly with a cane across the uneven ground toward the ocean. The concrete walkway beckons, but I figure there’s more effort needed across the grass and dirt. Restoring some muscle mass will take effort. So I stay off the prepared path. I’m not alone. Several small multigenerational groups are out for family photo shoots, photographers visible in the mix.

Weather was beautiful. Clear, dry. I got my photos. Check for dogs, none sighted.

Turned around and walked home. So far, so good.

But I obviously have to walk this routinely for a week or more. Then I can graduate to the longer walk on the beach toward the hotel.