Just put one foot in front of the other. Sounds simple,
doesn't it? But when Noreen Kelly takes a buyout from her
job of eighteen years and gets dumped by her boyfriend in
one fell swoop, she finds it hard to know what that next
step is--never mind take it. At first Noreen thinks maybe
her redundancy package could be an opportunity, a chance to
figure out what to do with the rest of her life while her
company foots the bill. Sure, she may have gotten high to
"Witchy Woman" and grooved to "Sweet Baby James" back when
James Taylor had hair, but she isn't ready for her AARP
card. Not yet.
But it's the first time in a great many years that Noreen
has time to herself--and she has no idea what to do with it.
When she realizes that she's mistaken her resume for her
personality, Noreen knows that she has to get moving, so she
puts on a new pair of sneakers and a seriously outdated pair
of exercise pants, and walks. She doesn't get very far at
first--just to the end of her street, Wildwater Way--but she
perseveres, and when she's joined by her neighbors Tess and
Rosie, Noreen realizes that walking is not an extreme sport.
It can actually be fun.
As the Wildwater women walk and talk, and talk and walk,
they tally their steps, share their secrets, and learn what
women everywhere are finding out--that time flies and
getting fit is actually fun when you're walking with
friends. Throw in a road trip to Seattle for a lavender
festival, a career-coaching group that looks like a bad
sequel to The Breakfast Club, a clothesline controversy that
could only happen in the 'burbs, plenty of romantic twists
and turns, and a quirky multigenerational cast of supporting
characters, and the result is an experience that's
heartfelt, exuberant, and above all, real.