I wonder if the reason why I can still walk quite a bit is because I expect to be able to do it. Reason would say, "Stay still. It hurts too much to move, and it is getting impossible." But everyday I figure out a way to go for a walk another time, sometimes twice and since I don't want to disappoint myself and lose ground. I am able to do it in spite of the weakness and pain.I negotiate the puddles if I have to because of the rain. Rain is no excuse to avoid a walk. There are a lot of roots by this stream, and I must remember to pick up my feet. The rocks are hard to negotiate sometimes. I am amazed that I have to dexterity to do this still and the kinetic prowess. I seem to know where each rock and tree root is situated and just how much to move forward while at the same time picking up just the right amount. And I was told we only have five senses.