Five Hundred Miles

Five hundred miles is a long way. I can be at the beach, in the mountains, or in several major cities for less than five hundred miles. It would take a whole day to drive that far.

This year, I'm going to walk 500 miles. Not all in the same day and not all in one direction; pretty sure I couldn't if I wanted to. I have never liked going to a gym and I no longer have a treadmill, so it will be outside walking for me. It is especially nice in the springtime.

I love walking once I get started. Martin Park has a 3/4 mile trail that is quiet and beautiful. I just have to remember not to sing along with the music in my ears; wouldn't want to discourage those other walkers.

Five hundred miles is 1.37 miles a day. For years, I walked five miles a day, so surely I can make it that far. I will try even harder now that I have announced this commitment to all of you. It helps me for you to keep me accountable.

Today is January 7. So far this year, I have walked 7.5 miles. I'm just a little bit behind, but I will have it made up by the end of this week. There is still plenty of time if you want to get started today. We can do this, Peeps. You in?

Oh! And this can be our theme song. (You may have to copy and paste.)

http://youtu.be/otXGqU4LBEI

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