EJ and I are out in the garden. By "garden" I mean one dandylion, a pepper plant long considering making a pepper, a tomato plant trying it's hardest to produce two tiny tomatoes after a decidedly unfruitful summer, and my houseplants. We like it anyway. The weather if perfect for our fuzzy socks and hoodies. She's already kicked one of her fuzzy socks off.
Monday I decided to go for a walk. I put on my neglected Sketchers and set out. I wasn't being too ambitious. The plan was to walk for 15 minutes out
and turn around. A 30 minute walk in the sunshine with my headphones, all alone (which doesn't happen often.) First thing was no signal on my phone. I was trying to listen to internet radio, but alas it was not to be. I kept going. My shoes were rubbing a little, but no biggie. 13 minutes in the bubble burst. Sketchers put the B in blister. A raw one. I hobbled home.
That's one way to start an exercise program. I pulled the bandage off last night. It looked raw, but I figured some air would help. This morning it was tight and quite painful. So I'm back to my Birks and fuzzy socks, and I don't even care. I know how tacky it is, but don't knock it until you try it. It is, as a matter of fact, awesome. Awesome like sitting in the "garden" with my baby girl.
Job 33:28
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