I’ve walked 52.2 miles since last Sunday. I did 13.7 miles, yesterday. Maybe I’ll look into training for a half marathon.
I am not a walker. Or anything resembling an athlete. I have a lot on my mind and waking makes me feel productive. Although, I’m not because I can literally only walk while walking. Surprisingly, my body is taking it fairly well. You know, for someone who barely moves at all.
Tomorrow is the day. What is it called when you’re no longer surprised or disappointed when things don’t work out? Numb? Disenchanted?
At least I have this beautiful view in the backyard. They can’t take that away from me. I’m grateful for the view. This is not a bad place to be at all.