While looking for something else, I came upon this post which Carol greatnan wrote in November 2011. I think it sums up her exuberance and her complete delight in the outdoors. I hope she was feeling just like this when she went on her final walk :
"My daughter lives in Wakefield, a village about 12 miles from the North coast of South Island - the nearest towns are Richmond and Nelson.
I had not run since childhood, but last January, in the lovely sunshine in NZ, I just suddenly felt the urge to jog round the garden - the family were amazed. However, I found it a bit hard on the knees, so I went back to walking. I find sprinting flat out is actually easier on the knees!
I am acutely aware of how lucky I am to enjoy good health (other than slightly high blood pressure, meaning I have to take Ramipril, and a bit of arthritis in the knees). My main reason for wanting to lose weight was not cosmetic (I really don't care about my appearance) but to stay as healthy as possible so I can continue to live alone in this isolated and beautiful spot.
I know what you mean about feeling smug but my principal feeling when I am walking is just sheer happiness. Today, the sun was shining and I explored some new villages then walked by a stream in a forest.
I have talked about my concern that I was getting too obsessive about walking, but today I got back to my car after 1hr 55 mins and did not feel the need to walk round for another five mintues to make up the two hours, as I have in the past. Small steps!"