A Second Step

Ok, it took until 9PM but I got out for a little walk. Two benches. I am wheezing badly and can't seem to pace myself. I walk too quickly for my breath and have to stop to catch it. This time I turned on the iPod and listened to a "This American Life" podcast. It was sufficiently distracting so that about halfway it seemed that the pace was improving.

And, after a day of healthy eating followed by a dinner of too much pizza I decided a goal of walking to Paris was self-defeating. I changed it to a walk to the ocean, 113 miles by internet reckoning. Once I do that I can walk to Cape May. And then to the Outer Banks. Small steps. Don't set myself up to fail.

I miss my dog.