To Infinity And Beyond

One week down, how many to go? A million-billion-trillion-gazillion, I suppose.

So, I am ... pleased?... to report that Mother's Day ended with a one and a half mile walk on the treadmill, and has been followed by a morning and evening walk every day since.

I should feel better about it, I think. I should be beginning to feel energized and revolutionized... but I have been tending more toward fatigued and squishy.

I don't like to sweat.

At least I don't hate it.

The treadmill, I mean.

I detest the stationary bicycle. I liked the rowing machine... but that was a short lived yard sale experiment.

I don't hate walking and going nowhere. It would be quite enjoyable if it were on the deck outside, but I expect the mosquitoes would soon become pestilential, and the weather for 75% of the year would be an issue.

But, as it is, it's not terrible.

Good thing. I have a long way to walk yet, I fear.

I just wish the endorphins would soon kick in.