It's what the training called for, but it was amusing to me how this evolved. Our original plan was to go over to the forest preserve to hit their 2.8 mile track for about four laps, but it was drizzling so we decided to take what was meant to be a quick walk down the street with Jack, the breast cancer dog.
That turned into an eight-mile trek around northern Palatine.
We broke for dinner and to give the dog time for a nap, then came home and hit the trail again for a final two-mile stroll around the complex.
Now, exhausted, we're both sitting with our feet up watching a hilarious, and somewhat bizarre, film called Lars and the Real Girl and feeling proud of ourselves. That is, I was feeling proud of myself until I realized that in three months, this is going to be a half-day of walking - just one-sixth of the job responsibility.
I repeat - Oy!
Here's wishing you good health, sunny skies and the joy of blister-free feet,
Regan
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