I can’t recall if I’ve said this before or not but I love walking and knowing that I’ve done as much walking as I can. By this I mean walking around town or to people’s houses rather than going on a 10 mile hike, but I like to think it still counts, you know?
When I don’t do very much of it it gets me down because I worry that I’ll lose my stamina and stuff. Basically, I like to push myself when I can.
Yesterday was one of those days. In fact, this whole week has been really now that I think about it. While I may have spent more time that was comfortable pounding the pavement, I feel good about it after all.
I’ll admit that I didn’t enjoy the last half an hour or so of my shopping expedition before I came home again. I was hard and all I could think about at the time was how much I wanted to get home and sprawl out on my bed for a quick rest.
I knew I’d done a lot when I went to bed later that night and my feet were still aching. While some people might consider this quite unpleasant, I went to sleep with a smile on my face, feeling like I’d worked hard and achieved something