I've been standing for 45 minutes on a crowded bus and when I get off I'm like an old, tired tortoise, stiff and hunched on the pavement with my bag on my back. So I shake out my hands and let my shoulders and my tail-bone drop, and I think of the puppet-strings lifting my head and my knees, and my joints loosen and clank as though they were wood and metal. And then I can feel my soft clothes against my skin and the cold air nipping my nose and ears and see my breath steaming in front of my face. And then I can walk.
Walking a thousand miles in 2006 - Week 4 Miles walked: 20.5 (target: 20) Total miles walked: 93.5 (target: 80) Miles remaining: 906.5
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You're doing really well with the walking - almost 100 miles already! Not so sure about the arithmetic though, I make 93.5 plus 903.5 equal 997... or maybe it's the typing that's at fault? Love Zinnia the Nitpicker (sorry - I was a professional proof-reader in a former existence, and old habits die hard!)